"Next stop: Manehattan" said the intercom. Big Mac jolted from his sleep and rubbed his eyes slowly. He looked out of the window of the train car. It was early morning the point in which the rooster had not crowed and the early riser's were still asleep. It was slightly raining outside and the rain drops dribbled off the windows and on to the ground below.
"Ah my neck" Big Mac said to himself as he rubbed it with his hoof. He had been laying on a couch for quite a while. He looked outside and could see lights reaching into the skies. He was fascinated about how beautiful Manehattan was in the very early morning. The train began to slow and eventually enter a dark tunnel. All was dark and silent except for the few ponies that slept further. Eventually the darkness of the tunnel seeped away and light showed all around. Big Mac rubbed his strained eyes, the light blindingly bright. Big Mac looked up and saw a great array of white lights shining high along the ceiling with many ponies down below rushing back forth among the trains. He was amazed at the beauty of the Manehattan station with the many elegant suits worn by the colts and stallions and the long elegant dresses of the mare's. The many trains that hushed and whistled among the bustling noise arrived in jets of black with red trim, their great smoke stack's spewing choking black smoke. But Big Mac was extremely excited since he was finally going to get to meet his idol the Mr. Walt Ponyman. He looked down at himself and saw he was clean and shook out any drowsiness he might of had. He continued to look out the window at the many ponies dashing back and forth and trains coming and going when the train he was on came to a sudden halt and ponies began to get off. Big Mac grabbed his luggage and headed out the doors of the carriage car. A porter pony helped him down.
"You must not be from around here?" said the porter pony with a raised eyebrow.
"No, I am from Ponyville this is my first time to Manehattan" said Big Mac with a glint of happiness.
"Well just be careful" said the porter pony, "Manehattan can get dangerous at times if your not careful".
"Thank You I will remember that" said Big Mac seeing the information as rather helpful in the biggest city in all of Equestria. Mac grabbed his luggage and slowly walked towards the doors out of the train station. He was just so enthralled in the beauty of the station with its glimmering white lights, high ceilings, elegant ponies, and beautiful trains. He slowly approached the doors out of the station into the big wide city of Manehattan. He walked out and saw the moon was still up slightly but, the sun was getting the better of it as it cascaded it's red glow across the land piercing the dark and blue of the night. "Thank you for lighting this most special day, Celestia" Big Mac said to himself. Big Mac was about to take his first two steps into Manehattan when a colt stopped him.
"Excuse me, are you Big Mac?" asked the colt in a somewhat thick Manehattan accent that sounded slightly rude to Mac's ears.
"Yes, and who are you?" said Mac with a slight huff.
"Name's Lighting Streak" said the colt with a tip of his blue cap that he wore on his head that covered thick black hair. "I was sent here to escort you to Mr. Ponyman's house."
"Really?" said Mac with slight surprise and excitement. He knew Mr. Ponyman had alot of money but never figured he would be this gracious and kind.
"Sure thing Mr. Ponyman has been waiting for you" said Lightning Streak.
"Ok, that's cool. Let's get going then" said Big Mac. Lightning Streak opened the door to a carriage he was standing behind and Big Mac slowly walked forward and entered the carriage. He noticed beautiful red seats and the plush green carpet that covered the floor almost like an emerald hoard that a dragon would so ferociously guard. He sat down and felt the leather with his hoof it felt like cuddling a small lamb.
"Are you ready to go Mr. Mac?" said Lightning Streak who took the driver's seat.
"Sure thing" said Big Mac with a slight bit of glee in his voice.
"Okay hold on it might get a little bumpy" said Lightning Streak. Big Mac looked out the window of the carriage onto the many buildings that lined the streets. The many buildings that arched into the sky like grain in amongst a field. Many towering spires peeked in and above the clouds shrouding parts of the city almost into a mystic sort of state. Some ponies were rushing to work or simply out for a stroll. The street lamps slowly flickered off as the dawn began to approach and the city began yet another day. Great freight trucks rumbled past carrying everything from fruit to furniture. Bakery scent's filled the air ranging from freshly baked bread to cupcakes. Big Mac smelled the air as it filled with scents almost many of them unknown to him. Suddenly the carriage stopped. Big Mac looked out and saw they were at the docks.
"What are we doing here?" Said Big Mac.
"Oh I forgot to tell you Mr. Ponyman lives on an island a little ways off Manehattan. As he got older he moved away from the large hustle and bustle of the city. He felt his writing was getting slightly staled by the sound of carts and ponies arguing so he moved to a place far quieter".
Big Mac simply shrugged and looked out at a white paddle boat waiting to take him to Mr. Ponyman's island. It was a bright picket fence white paddle boat with the paddles being a bright crimson red. Big Mac slowly got out of the carriage, grabbed his luggage, and breathed a great sigh. He was soon to write poetry with his literary idol.