Applejack’s eyes bulged as she saw what he’d done. “A-are they… Y’now what? Good job, but is there any floor space left in there?” she asked, peering closer at the wall of fruit. They had been perfectly balanced, one on top of the other, going nearly to the top of the door frame.
“No,” Vertium replied, with an air of pride entering his monotone voice.
Applejack felt her heart sink as her plans for the rest of the day switched to hours and hours of sorting out apples into barrels. The Draconequus of Truth he may be, but Vertium certainly found interesting ways of subverting common work practice.