The filly was finishing the process of scrubbing the last of her chores off her hooves in the mud room when there was a knock on the front door of farmhouse. Quickly blotting her hooves dry she rushed to the front door. Opening it she found herself staring at earth pony mare in a Royal Equestria Mail uniform. the filly had seen the mare before as she went about her business around the town. At the mare’s feet was a very familiar wooden crate. It was the same crate she’d sent to Baltimare a month or so ago.