The stallion walked down the crowded streets, a small smile on his face, and his saddlebags loaded down with a day’s worth of shopping.
He had gone out with the intention of finding a gift for his wife’s upcoming birthday, but had ended up buying a few other odds and ends, including a few things for himself.
So, with significantly fewer bits than he had set out with, he began his trek home, hopeful that his wife would not be too concerned about where he had been all day.
A few minutes passed of weaving through crowds and the stallion found himself lost in thought, thinking about some issue he had at work.
He continued this way for a while, managing to avoid any major collisions for the most part, until he bumped right into some young mare in an apron.
Righting himself, the stallion muttered an apology under his breath, but then continued on his way, only to be stopped by the mare as she grabbed his shoulder, smiling much too brightly at him.
She waved off his apology with a giggle and then pressed a flyer into his hoof, telling him in great detail the services provided by the store she was standing in front of, and how, if he brought the very piece of paper she just gave him into said store, he would get a discount and a free promotional gift.
The stallion forced a grin on his face and pretended to thank the mare for the handout, saying that he would most certainly do what she suggested, before turning and walking away as she caught some other poor passerby’s attention.
A few blocks away, he crumpled up the advertisement and threw it away in a nearby trashcan.
He made it back home shortly after.