"You got that right, Tree Lover!" Heavy Hoof replied, returning the Pony's brohoof with his own, "So better get lots of sleep 'cause we won't be sleeping early tomorrow!" And so, Heavy Hoof continued down the hill while still keeping some light conversation with his two 'bronies'. "So Tree Lover, what you said earlier... About you 'crashing'. It's funny 'cause it's like your name! Timber 'Crash'! Did you get the joke, Blank Flank? Of course you do - it's hilarious! I got a joke too! Why did the chicken cross the road?" Eventually the sounds of their voices died down the further down they go down the hill, and soon all the ponies went their separate ways for the night, getting ready for a brand new day.
The next morning, as No Mark arrived at Heavy Hoof's farm, he would soon realize that he was not the only Pony to wake up early. Heavy Hoof himself was already up and awake, but at the moment he was moving around with a rope tied around the nuts of the yoke around his broad neck, dragging a big, heavy rock. Any average Pony would have a hard time doing such a feat, and while it still looked like Heavy Hoof struggled, he was still able to move it one step at a time.
"Just five more steps, Hoofster!" Heavy Hoof said to himself, "Five more steps! And then PUSH-UPS! Yes! YES! YOU CAN DO THIS...!" And not long after, Heavy Hoof did it, and he simply threw the yoke around him by a simple throw of his neck. "YES! WHO'S THE BRONY!?" However, before the Pony could continue, No Mark's presence caught his attention. "What the...? Blank Flank, what are you doing here this early? I said four in the afternoon - not four in the morning! I know you're eager but as you can see... I'm kind of busy." He flexed one of his forearms. "I'm working out - the Hoofster needs to take care of his muscles." He chuckled, lowering his forearm. "'cause if it's not me, who would, right? No one, that's who."