Golden Harvest was not a morning pony. She didn't stay up late or anything, she simply liked sleep a lot. Her alarm clock went off every morning, though, and she always got up when it rang.

Today she stretched and climbed out of her bed. It was market day and Golden Harvest did love market day. She washed her face and hooves to wake herself up and headed to her kitchen to find some breakfast. Golden Harvest had spent the last few days harvesting the vegetables and herbs from her gardens and greenhouses that were ready to be eaten. She had bushels of carrots, potatoes, and onions. There were baskets of tomatoes and leeks, bags of lettuce, and bundles of herbs. All were packed in her wagon and ready for market.

After grabbing some breakfast and cleaning up, Golden Harvest set out for the marketplace to set up her stall. She always got the very last stall on the first row of stands. It was a good spot and all of her regular customers knew to look for her there.

The cart was heavy and awkward, but Golden Harvest was well-practiced in getting it to go where she wanted it. Still, she couldn't help wishing that market started about three hours later so she could be sleeping still instead of pulling her wagon out of another pothole in the road. She was seriously considering asking the mayor, or maybe Princess Twilight, if somebody could get these roads fixed!

Maybe once she got set up at her stall she'd ask a neighbor to watch it for a few minutes so that she could run to Sugarcube Corners for some hot chocolate to help her finish waking up. Maybe a muffin run for the sellers around her would be nice.