Typically, Silver will end up in the animal area a few times a week. When your job is to do whatever needs to be done, you tend to become somewhat familiar with multiple areas. Today's task has him delivering some hay, which he is trying his best to appear as if he's not struggling with. It's a rather large bushel, and he's swerving a bit as he's nearing his destination.

Finally, it's thrown off his shoulders, his chest heaving heavily from his breathing as he steadies himself atop the bale for a moment of rest. His eyes dart around, hoping nobody has seen him in such a (to him) humiliating state.