"Ponies give their lives to feed others. The bodies of those gone before us nourish the trees in their decay. Our own blood, sweat, and tears go into this soil to raise the trees as if we are their parents. The fruits of our labors go back to the ponies to feed the next generation, and bring us one step closer to peace in this wasteland.”An ink sketch done in my free time. Seriously, I held this one off for too long despite it being so short. I fully recommend you give it a read. www.fimfiction.net/story/259/f…