Timber Crash steered his newly felled tree trunk into a sloping section of riverbank a short distance away from the buildings of the town itself. The tree lodged against the bank with a thud, and he carefully trooted along the length of the trunk until he could scramble up the bank, ropes in tow. He was preparing to drag the tree out of the river when he chanced to look up, seeing the huge writing in the sky.<br/><br/>"Welcome Princess Luna?" he wondered. "THE Princess Luna? The things I miss when I'm out of town. That explains all the running around." He quickly strapped himself into his harness and dug his hooves into the ground, straining against the tree. "I'd better get this tree off to the mill before Princess Luna gets here!"<br/><br/>Just then, a series of trumpet notes rang out, from the direction of the big hill overlooking town. He looked up at the hill, guessing that that might be Princess Luna's entourage arriving now. "Oh, apples," he swore, and redoubled his efforts to haul the log out of the water before he had to go and be presentable along with the rest of the townsponies. Not that he was looking particularly presentable at the moment, with twigs and dirt caught in his mane, and still tied to a log.