I strolled the streets of Ponyville, looking for a place to stay. As a retired member of the Royal Guard, it wasn’t really a problem of how much it would cost rather than where I wanted to live. A bead of sweat travels down my brow, as I have been walking for about an hour and no luck on the house hunting.
Canterlot, being full of rich, well-mannered individuals, wasn’t really my idea of a great place to live. The castle may be located in Canterlot but living in the barracks, with being mostly surrounded guys around doing guy activities, I didn’t really learn much about etiquette. But we never really grow up do we? We only learn how to act in public. Since Ponyville was where I grew up before my family moved to Canterlot for my training in becoming a Guard, I thought it would be a great place to settle down. If I remember correctly, nothing out of the ordinary really happened here. You just lived life, day by day, doing the usual nine-to-five. I wasn’t looking for any excitement. I got enough of that being a Royal Guard.
I have been walking for what seemed like hours and the sun isn‘t helping either. My legs felt sore and all I really wanted to do at this point was sit on a bench and take a nap. I stopped for a minute and took off my vest when I noticed my reflection in one of the windows. I decided to take this time and give myself a look over. My blond hair stuck to my forehead in clumps from the sweat. The pits of my cyan shirt were almost soaked. Perhaps I should take a break. I took seat on one of the near by benches, unhooked my sword from my belt and just sat there. Oh yeah. My sword. Forgot I had that for a second. After serving my time as a Royal Guard, the Captain let me keep my sword, almost like a going away gift. It’s leather sheath bared the word “Equality”. I named it Equality because that is what I stood for. No one is better than anyone else. I smile remembering the job I with Equality did allowing me to retire at the ripe and early age of 25.
I looked up at the busy sky as the ones of us with wings went along with their business. I remember a spell that gave me temporary wings that are of a rather combustible material. When I used it, I got carried away and flew to close to the sun. The end result was me almost plummeting to my death. If it weren’t for one of the other winged Guards catching me, I wouldn’t be here today. Ever since then, I had a fear of heights. I give out a sigh recalling the events that took place that day.
Enough about the past. I need to worry about my problems now, like how I’m going to find a house. I walked past house after house, store after store, not finding a single “Rent” or “For Sale” sign. I sigh as my search begins to seem hopeless. But then I thought of something that made me give myself a face palm. If a house was for sale, wouldn’t the town hall keep track of it? I then proceeded to walk to the center of town where the town hall was located, feeling stupid for not having thought of it sooner.
As I got up and continued down the streets I heard a monstrous roar come from my stomach. The sound actually grabbed a few passer-bys’ attention. I stepped on pretending I didn’t hear a thing. As it growled a second time, I thought best to look for a café. Little to behold, a conveniently place called Sugar Cube Corner, was just down the street.
I don’t remember much about Sugar Cube Corner, only that I loved there cupcakes. I entered through the doors and was immediately surrounded by the smell of baked goods. I stood there for a moment as nostalgia overwhelmed me, bring a tear to my eye. The smell of candy, chocolate, frosting, cookies, and everything in between brought back memories of the good ol’ day. Trying not draw anymore attention to myself, I walked to the register to make an order.
The young lady at the register had curly, hot pink hair, almost like it was cotton candy, wearing a colorful shirt of many different shade of pink. It seemed fitting, however, considering her job. Even with the hair, she was still as cute as a button. As I approached the counter, she took one look at me and all of a sudden, my ears drums were about to burst. “Ooh! I’ve never seen you here before! You must be new in town! I should know because I know everyone in Ponyville! I’m Pinkamena Diana Pie but everyone calls me Pinkie Pie for short! What’s your name? Wait! I wanna guess!”
The mouth on this one, I thought to myself. “Excuse me,” I tried to intervene.
“Is it Blondie Smalls?”
“No, my nam-”
“Cardinal Gap?”
“It’s-”
“Hairy Willow?”
“I’m not hair-”
“Treasure Island?”
“Miss!!” I finally snapped. My outburst got the attention of most of the customers in the café but at least she got quite. “Ahem,” I said, trying to regain my composure. “My name is Golden Scale, but everyone calls me Scales.” I stuck out my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pie.”
She grabbed my hand and shook vigorously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Scales. And you can call me Pinkie,” she said with a smile. A good ten seconds passed before she let go of my hand. “Would you like t be friends?” she asked out of nowhere.
I was caught a little off guard by the sudden question. “Sure.” I said. The smile on her face grew wider as I said the word.
“Yay!” she cheered still rather loudly. “Oh! You probably came to get something to eat. Is there anything you would like?”
This is it. The moment of fate has arrived. My first day back in Ponyville after many years and I must now pick my first meal since arriving. Picking the wrong choice could end in my nostalgic memories of eating the most delicious pastries at this establishment being crushed. What to do, what to do? “I’ll have…” Dramatic pause for effect. “One of everything.”
I saw Pinkie’s eye almost pop out of her head. “Really!? One of everything!?” She seemed like she was about to burst with joy. “Oh you are going to love everything. The cupakes are so moist, and the brownies are really really chocolaty, and-”
“What is the total?” I said before she continued talking. I do not want to hear her ramble on about how good everything is while my stomach growls.
“Oh! That will be 75 bits.”
I reach into my pockets pulling out one shiny gold coin and placing in her hand. “This should cover it.” I exclaimed. She put the coin into the register and started pulling out my change. “I don’t need change.”
“I can’t take this from you.”
“Don’t you accept tips?”
“Well yes but-”
“Then think of it as one really big tip.”
The look in her eyes showed me she was, surprisingly, speechless. “Thank you!” she said wrapping her arms around me in one of the tightest hug I have ever experienced. The warm feeling inside was more than enough thanks.
I sat down at one of the vacant tables as plate after plate of the most appetizing food was brought out to me. The chefs seemed more than happy to provide me with everything. My stomach growled once more as I took a fork in one hand, took a piece of chocolate cake, and put it into my mouth. My eyes began to tear up as the sensation of the fluffy goodness entered my mouth. The texture, the taste, everything about this one slice of cake, was enough to worlds grumpiest man throw a parade celebrating how much the world rocks. “So how do you like it?” Pinkie asked. I just sat there giving moans of pleasure, which she took as a compliment.
About an hour passed when I finished all of my sweets. My belly was in the shape of the moon when I was done. I thanked Pinkie and the chefs for the lovely meal as I headed out.
I was so distracted by my hunger, I almost forgot what I was doing. I once again started walking towards the center of town. With my stomach filled to the brim and nothing else to distract my focus, I was ready to get myself a house and begin my new life in Ponyville. Until someone tackled me to the ground.
Once I got over the pain in my rump, I looked to see who the culprit was, ready to chew him or her out but, once I saw her, the only thing I could do was stare.