‘Alright, that takes care of all the mail on this side of the Delamare River.’ Flutterbreeze watched the ponies on their yachts as he flew overhead. He flew lower and felt the cool spray of water on his face. He thought of the old myth about Icarus, a young earth pony who tried to fly with artificial wings, only to meet his demise as the sun’s rays burnt them when he flew too high.
He landed down on the familiar side of the river and turned onto Race Street. As he walked down the road, Flutterbreeze caught the sight of a familiar pink pony with very curly mane and tail ahead of him. “Pinky Pie?”
As the mare turned around, he realized it wasn’t her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were someone I knew...” he said awkwardly.
“Oh that’s ok, me and my cousin look so similar that people mistake me for her all the time.” She wasn’t nearly as perky as Pinkie, but still cheerful nonetheless.
“You’re her cousin? I guess that makes sense. I was wondering why she would be in Fillydelphia.” This pony did look a lot like Pinke Pie, but was a different shade of pink, and her cutie mark was a peach, rather than balloons.
“My name’s Peachy Pie. I live in Ponyville like my sister, but I’m here in town for big bakers convention today since its my dream to become one of the best bakers in Equestria.”
“Oh, what’s your specialty?”
“Pie, of course.”
“Makes sense... Oh, I’m Flutterbreeze by the way.”
“Nice to meet you. Looking like my cousin does let me meet more ponies, but it can sure be a hassle sometimes. The worst part is, I’m not the only Peachy Pie in Ponyville.”
“You don’t say... Oh, by the way, would you do me a favor and deliver a letter to your cousin for me?”
“Sure, but, aren’t you a mailpony?”
“I know it seems a bit odd, but... this is a confidential matter.”
“Oh, I think I know what you mean.” she said, winking.
He facehoofed. “No, its nothing like that... Anyways, I don’t have it with me, but I could give it to you at the bakers convention later.”
“Ok, just look for the pie section.”
“Alright, thank you!” he said, before flying off.
Continuing on his daring quest to deliver letters to the rest of the town, Flutterbreeze fought off the forces of hunger starting to assemble in his stomach. The smell of “Filly” sandwiches was tempting, but he knew that the end of the day would bring a great quantity of baked goods, and he wanted to be ready.
Passing by yet another sandwich shop, he thought of the great confusion the name of the town’s famous sandwich caused. To say one was eating a Filly in some other town often brought cannibalistic images to mind, or worse. Still, it was generally regarded as excellent fare for any casual meal.
Trixie had finished her work for the day and was by that time fed up with the disgusting habits of some of Fillydelphia’s coffee-loving ponies. She perused the newspaper. ‘What absolute rubbish!’ Throwing it aside, she decided to entertain herself by standing at the balcony and shooting out blasts of magic towards seagulls. She didn’t actually intend to hit them, since they were far out of range, but it was still a practice of aim, power, and concentra-
At last, the only mail Flutterbreeze had left to deliver was to his own apartment building, which he had skipped earlier. Planning to enter through his balcony, he flew up to the top floor, rounded the corner, and *ZAP* down he fell, several stories, until landing in a tree below.
‘What the buck hit me?’ He rubbed his head and looked up to see a blue unicorn peering down at him, then quickly run inside the building. He facehoofed. ‘Of course...’ He didn’t confront her about it right away, but he did start plotting ways he could get back at her for shooting him out of the sky.
‘Still, she has impressive aim...’
Trixie hastily shut the door behind her and closed the blinds. ‘Ok, no more shooting magic off the balcony. Luckily he’s not dead. No doubt he’s injured and angry though. Damn, I can’t afford another lawsuit right now... Ugh! It’s ok, it’s alright, calm down Trixie. So he fell down a half a dozen stories after taking a magic blast, he’s probably not even hurt. I should just stay inside for a while and... read a book or something, to take my mind off things.’
A knock on the door alerted her. ‘O boy...’ She opened it, instantly petrified by the sight of Flutterbreeze, looking less than grateful. “Can the Great and Powerful Trixie help you?” she asked with an innocent smile.
“Your mail.” He handed her a letter and entered his own apartment, never breaking his angry gaze.
“Thank you.” she slid back into her room and closed the door, then gave a sigh of relief. ‘That could have been much worse...’
Flutterbreeze was relieved that the only task ahead of him now was giving a letter to Peachy Pie and eating a mountain of desserts. He was a bit tired, but in this case hunger took priority to a nap. The sun was going down. ‘Better get going.’
When he returned a couple hours later, he was able to sleep quite easily and blissfully with a full stomach and some tension removed. He was also undisturbed by any surprise magic attacks. ‘Best... pie... ever...’