Town Meeting
Admiral Biscuit
The entire population of Ponyville was gathered around the town rotunda. Unicorns and Earth Ponies and Fluttershy were crowded together, flank-to-flank, while all the pegasi except Fluttershy were hovering overhead or sitting on clouds they'd dragged over.
The mood was fairly jovial, with some light bantering between the stallions and gossip between the mares, but everypony fell silent when the mayor stepped up to the podium. A few light hoof-stomps greeted her, and she nodded to the crowd before pulling out a stack of papers.
Once upon a time, she'd simply posted notices on the town's bulletin board, and that had been sufficient, but as the town grew, it became unworkable. Not everypony remembered to check the bulletin board, and then things got chaotic, and the one thing Ponyville didn't need was more chaos.
“Good afternoon, everypony!”
“Good afternoon, Mayor Mare,” the crowd answered back.
“It'll be a short meeting today,” she began, a statement which was met with a thunder of hooves and a few cheers. “Yesterday—Tuesday—we had a minor monster incursion from the Everfree. It was quickly dealt with, and the only damage was to the flower trio's garden and to Mr. Wattle's roof. Thunderlane, Flitter, and Cloud Chaser will be fixing the roof; the flower trio can replant their own garden.”
There were muted cheers from the crowd at this announcement.
“Next, by a narrow vote at the town council meeting, quesadillas are banned in Ponyville from this point forth.”
“Aw, man.”
“Harsh break, Jesús.” Jeff Letroski leaned over and put a hoof around his friend's back.
“Tacos are still allowed, aren't they?” a feminine voice piped above the grumbles of the crowd.
Mayor Mare banged the gavel on the lectern. “Finally, I have two name changes.” She pulled up an official-looking paper with a grinning blue square seal. “Starlight, you're now lucky star.”
“What about my monogrammed towels?”
“It's still the same letters,” another pony helpfully pointed out. “S.L. or L.S. What's the difference?”
“Starlight is all one word! My towels just say S.”
“So add an L.”
“Then they'd be uneven.”
Mayor Mare banged her gavel again. “Magnum, I'm sorry, but due to a potential copyright claim, you will now be called Hondo Flanks.”
“That's horseapples! I had a trading card with Magnum on it. They can't retcon that.”
“Those won't be reprinted.” Mayor Mare sighed. “I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do about it, except give you the form to contact the legal department. Maybe they can find a way, like they did with Dr. Hooves-which-is-okay-if-it-doesn't-have-a-W.”