Micheal could not sit still. It was practicality impossible for him. But he had spent more time wandering around and snubbing the villagers than anything else. They were rude and scared of him, as they should be. He was war pony after all. And they avoided him.
For a while he just wandered around looking for something to fight but wasn't having as much luck as he hoped.
Finally one of the villagers asked for help, in locating sand whales. Micheal wasn't sure why he needed a balloon, but perhaps it was a good idea with the fog.
But first apparently he had to build a basket. That was stupid. Why build? Micheal just walked off and grabbed a pine tree, the whole thing.
Along the way he spotted another war pony.
"Hey! Want to find some sand whales? Preferably to fight." Micheal was bored ok. He didn't do well bored. He hoisted the pine tree under his arm and dragged it back to be the basket.