Re: Ponyville Business District - Widget Whatsis' Wondrous Works
"Excellent, excellent. You are both doing great," he said as he at last finished his box of gears. He glanced at both Starcrasher and Quill's piles, and found them to be satisfactory. At least they had the general idea down and all of the components were completely mixed up together. He magicked, one after another, different piles of gears, and placed them on pegs that stuck from the wall, or in tiny cups that lined the back of the desk. The gears varied in size from tinier than a Penny to as large as a full grown Clydesdale's hoof, and everything in between. The bolts and springs, similarly, the smallest was no longer than a few millimeters long and tinier than the smallest gear, while the largest was as thick and long as the horn on his head, and likely as rigid by the looks of the metal's thickness.
It felt good to be getting back on track again and getting organized. But of course, there were more things in an inventor's shop than just bolts and gears. There were belts made of leather and rubber that had to be sorted, synthetic feathers of different shapes and lengths he used for his wing creations, hollow metal pipes and squares that were molded into framework, the tools used to actually create and repair, hundreds of blueprints rolled up and tucked away into tubes for protection, hundreds of books about physics and mechanical engineering, and loads of other bits and pieces that had to be kept in order.
No wonder Widget was so out of sorts all the time, with all of this to keep straight.
Nevertheless, he attacked the mess with gusto, even eventually putting on his phonograph to play a record while they worked. The music he played was classical orchestral arrangement, which, according to the record sheath, featured the musical prowess of the famous cello player named Octavia. Apparently, he knew this record by heart, for he hummed along with it as he sorted the boxes of items.