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I had followed the directions the Pony by the name of Apple Jack game me, soon finding the village, aptly named Ponyville. Seems to be a laid-back and nice community by what I could see. Now I just had to see, just what kind of ponies they were.
I had noticed Apple Jack is a talking Pony, and her looks are very much like mine, she is just a very different kind of Pony, if I just look at her. On the other hoof, she is also very different in personality. She stays at home, tending to the family orchard. I'm the adventurer.
Despite all our differences, just seeing her is still a sign that I'm on the right track. Other ponies would be around, maybe they were more adventurous. At least, they are all ponies, or so I hope.
Following the road from the orchard and into town, it is apparently aptly named 'Ponyville', by what I could see. It's just a small town, but inhabited by ponies. Seems luck had it, I finally did find more ponies, just like myself.
What I found, is a small village, and it's apparently full of ponies. If this isn't what I had wished for, what is? I wanted to see more ponies like myself, and here they are, an entire village of them.
There is the strange and funny detail though, they all look like the Pony fancying herself Apple Jack. They look exactly like her, but come in all the colour of the rainbow, clear bright colours to most of them. This brought a smile to my face.
There is something reminding me of home, not so much the houses in the village, maybe it is the weather, or the mood to all and everything in sight.
At first, they had been generally reserved, I guess I should have expecting it. I may be a talking Pony, but I'm still not looking exactly like them, which reminded me of the episode at the isle where I had met other talking ponies, and how some of them reacted on my old friends.
Only then I noticed this insanely bright pink Pony. She is smiling as if her life depended on it. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't blame her for it, I like to see her smile, I like to see smiles. If I didn't why would I possibly go here?
“Hiya Strange Pony!” she called out to me, and it was only too obvious it was me she was talking to.
“Hiya, Pink Pony!” I responded, not quite sure how to respond, but I had to greet her like she had greeted me, and since her pinkieness stuck out, it was the first I came up calling her.
I can't call her 'Stranger', since all are new and strange to me, as opposed how it was for her.
“The name is 'Pinkie Pie', close enough. I'm the welcoming committee, but who are you?” she responded, and her smile widened and grew even brighter then before.
“Oh hi, Pinkie Pie, I'm Honey Pie Poni. So you're in charge of greeting every Pony welcome to the village, then?” I enquired curiously, trying a small smile.
This certainly was the strangest Pony I ever saw, but she looks nice and comfortable enough to be around. Maybe she likes to be in the centre of things just like I do, and a little adventure on the side too?
“Honey Pie Poni? That's kind of a strange name, but also sounds almost as we were related, even though you look more like Apple Jack who work the farm by the Everfree forest. You have by any chance seen her and the Orchard?” she just blurted out, as if she knew more than she was letting on.
“By chance, it is exactly where I came from. I sure saw her, and she did make a rather funny face as she saw me!” I responded.
“She has your basic colours, but looks like me, and work the farm. Can't miss her. Speaking of farm, is that by any chance fresh Strawberries?” she then continued.
“Yes, they just happen to be. A friend of mine is growing them, where she lives. Though she doesn't have a large orchard!” I responded.
“Some ponies would positively kill for these, and I would love to have the rare opportunity to include them in my baking. Could I have some for these?” she asked, as she presented a large sum of bits and a few gems.
“Looks fair enough!” I responded, accepting the offer and soon completed the deal.
“Thanks!” she beamed, so brightly I almost feared she was to outshine the sun on the sky, even on such a bright day as this.
Only then she got sight of oranges, cherries and some other fruits I had slipped into my saddle bags. I had managed to slip the currency down below where half of the Strawberries had been.
“You managed to get them well before season here. I would love to have some of your remaining fruit too!” she continued.
“Sure. You seem to have a rather large amount of these coins!” I responded.
“I was out shopping, so I guess this was a convenient coincident on my part. It isn't as if any Pony just trot by, ready to sell all this much of what I need, every day. On the other hoof, I'm doing well, working at the Café 'Sugar-Cube Corner', and I meet most ponies there more or less on a daily basis, which is great. I like to see ponies, and I certainly see Ponies smile!” she then responded.
“Sugar-Cube Corner? Maybe we could as well go back there, and you can store the berries there, and buy whatever you need I'm not conveniently carrying. Besides, we could as well compare my bags with your list?” I suggested.
“That sounds reasonable enough!” she then pondered, and leads me to the café where she works.
Once indoors, I saw numerous of different pastries and cakes lined up. Maybe it is early, and they had just filled the counters up.
“This is where you work!” I uttered, as I kept looking at all the sweet treats.
“Yep, this is where I work!” she announced.
Then she leads me to a room behind the counter, and I unpack the various contents of my bags before her, and she eagerly look at it, with excited eyes. She then pointed and suggested what they were worth, and I eagerly agreed. Maybe I'm not good at this, but it felt as if I was given fair to good deals. Then I noticed, just how heavy the saddle bags had become, with all the bits and gems inside. I decided on chewing the remainder of my Strawberries.