Or perhaps the reaping is of another kind... a dark taking. Cutting down what once stood tall and proud, and which shall soon lie fallow. Ponies tell tales of a figure walking through the fields at night with a long scythe, a sharp hoof at the end of a long bony limb that knocks upon your door when it is time to trot into the next world, his mouth open to swallow Luna's stars during the day. ...or maybe that's just an old mare's tale.
Instead, let's walk through the fields, bask in the spoils of another week gone by and the hard work put forth to create this wonderful crop of Productive produce planting Ponies and powerful phantasms procuring ponies who've passed on.
Gallery for Week 8801. BluestreakFUS
That scythe looks far too keen, and I think that pony may want my spleen... - fetchbeer
How I wish I could just draw all day to practice, but alas I have only this to show for my efforts.
This pony takes his load to sell on market day, lets hope the cart does not go astray! - fetchbeer
I think some pony here is just too tense, but to translate the rest am too dense. - fetchbeer
No pony should be that happy with that implement, and about that look I feel ambivalent... - fetchbeer
A creative interpretation of this week's theme.
A tiny metal menace pesters this orange pony, maybe it just wants macaroni? - fetchbeer
"You can count on me to help reap what you've sown."
Nocturne finds a harvest of food at a long-abandoned shop.