Send me “It’s Harvest Time” And I’ll generate a number to see if our muses will ( 6 ) take a ride on a wagon
Even after hours of doing so, holding the reins still felt odd to Sly. The young man had been driving the wagon since nine in the morning and now the farm was bathed in the soft late afternoon light but still, the feeling of familiarity wasn’t there like he had expected it too. Still, it had been a good first day of the job. There had been the surprise of Biz behaving without too much hassle on Sly’s part, the Rapidash actually mindful of keeping the flames decorated on his body to a small size as to not set the wagon aflame or the people around it. Let alone no attitude, not even testing the strength of the fireproof, ebony tack that was draped on the pokemon. Perhaps like his handler, the pokemon was too taken off guard by the activity. More easily though, the pokemon could have been just happy to be working once more after a eight month hiatus.
However, the day was good. The people who had stuffed themselves with the bales of hay in the back of the wagon were happy, even excited of honoring the season of fall by participating in the Fall Festival this Kalosian farm was holding. Even in this cold weather a happiness found at simple warmed his heart just slightly so.
Even now when he had manipulated the wooden wagon onto the same dusty path he had taken at least an hour ago, the young man didn’t felt so inclined to recline in the comfort of  his own thoughts as per usual. It wasn’t very far before they reached the next stop to pick the next batch of customers; really it was only a minute before he pulled the wagon to a stop. Without looking to see who was climbing on the man let out a half hearted 'Hello'.