Timber Crash staggered back to the mill, yawning at the late hour. He stumbled up into the mezzanine overlooking the sawmill's work area and flopped onto the straw pallet set aside for just this purpose. He mused on the day's events in the few moments it took him to drop off to sleep, thinking about the beautiful moonrise and night sky the Princess had shown them, and the infectious joy of the Princess herself.<br/><br/>The next morning, he managed to sleep through his body's usual dawn alarm clock, instead being woken by the sweet refrain of a log being driven through the sawmill's main blade. He rolled to his hooves, waving at the miller pony on the floor below. "Good morning!" he shouted over the sound of sawing, but the miller could hear nothing underneath his heavy earmuffs.<br/><br/>Timber danced down the stairs and checked that his log was still there, then picked up a small pouch of bits marked with his cutie mark. "A good day's work, that one!" he commented to nopony in particular, slipping the pouch into his saddlebags. He gave the miller another wave and trotted down to the river for a bath, then set out towards Heavy Hoof's farm, shaking his mane free of water as he walked.