Try had heard this was the last day of things, and he was determined to do a good job this time. He eyed the large rock speculatively, and he circled it slowly, dragging his tongue over it as he went, leaving a rather wet circle around it. That done he sniffed at it a little, before he was setting his shoulder to it and pushing with all his might. His hooves dug into the ground as he started to make it move and he cheered himself on.
This continued on for a bit till he hit a particularly muddy spot, and his hooves came out from under him and he landed in the mud with a splat. "Ugh. I'm done."
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4. A stone about the size of your chest. That'll take some shoving...
3. You get at least halfway to your goal.
