Mr Purgley was the owner of Ponyville’s local pub and inn. He was nothing to look at, his brown skin, spots around his head body, slightly oversized belly, and his dull brown eyes all made him seem like a very unremarkable pony. But, in the working of this ponies brain was a boatload of what he thought truly mattered in life. Experience. Purgley had seen it all, from whirlwinds to earthquakes, from the posh to the poor, from the weak to the strong, Mr Purgley knew ponies better than he knew himself. That was why the choice between Agatha’s daughter and Keckla Newfound was so difficult to make.
On the one hand, you had Agatha’s daughter. She was a stroppy, rude and arrogant mare who had had nothing but herself in mind for her whole life. The only reason to employ her was her status: Agatha herself was a charming pony, who had been the chef at the pub for 10 years. The pub needed a new waitress, her daughter needed a new job, the pieces had just fell into place really. He’d put an advert for the job up on the window, but no came to be interviewed. Until tonight.
She had knocked on his office door when she first came in, which is more than could be said for Agatha’s daughter. She was calm and collected, despite a worried glint in her eye. When he asked for name, she had stuttered a bit after saying her first name. Purgley was confused by this. She said that she didn’t wish to be paid, but instead would work for her keep. She said wished to stay at the Inn for she was starting a new life, the irony of the statement made Purgley laugh in front of the young girl. She was something to look at, he supposed, and she had a brilliant attitude to accompany her looks but could Purgley really take a girl who came from no-where over a relative of someone who loyally worked for him for 10 years?
Just then, he heard the pub’s door open and hit against the wall, and Agatha’s daughter’s awful voice;
“Oy, Puglay,”
“It’s Purgley” He had left his office to face the foul filly.
“Whatever. I was just wonderin’ if there was like, an outfit for tomorrow? Or somethin’?” She turned to see Keckla, who was waiting at a table, staring intently at her. “What dya think you lookin’ aht? Keckla seemed to snap back to reality with this and replied;
“I’m waiting to see if Purgley has given me the waitress job. Ignore me, sorry.”
“Are you kiddin’ me!? You said i wud have the job you mule-headed twat” screeched the foul mare
“Well things have changed, haven’t they?!” He roared back, making up his mind. “You are NOT going to have the job tomorrow and you will NOT step in here again. You’re BARRED, you hear me?!”
If looks could kill, Agatha’s daughter would be a murderer as she gave Purgley a cold hard stare. “Fair enough.” She hissed, defeaten. She slowly trotted out the bar, ignoring the looks of the few ponies there who had all seen the commotion, and slammed the door behind her. Purgley trotted to the bar desk, and with his teeth got a key on a key ring and tossed it to Keckla. It landed on the table. She glanced at it before looking back up, gleaming with joy.
“Be up at 7, that’s when we open.“ smiled Purgley.
“I will, Oh thank you, thank you so much!” Then, much to Purgley’s surprise, Keckla ran up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed as Keckla sped up the stairs to her new home and, unbeknownst to Purgley, kissed her old life and Saddale goodbye.
Or so she thought.