Post by waxworks on Apr 13, 2013 18:04:17 GMT
Fifteen bits jingled onto the stall counter as a large cake of beeswax was slid across and into the saddlebags of an eagerly waiting Waxworks. Powderkeg watched the crowd from the main thoroughfare, waiting for her friend to finish up. The wax colored pony trotted up as the sound of a vendor screaming in blind panic could be heard in her wake. "You're welcome!" She shouted to the vendor who was clinging to one of the poles holding up his stall, after which she offered a slice of honeycomb to Powderkeg. "Honey?"
"Yeah dear?" Said Powderkeg, grinning. She frowned a bit as the earth pony stared at her in confusion, but she eagerly bit off a piece of the gooey honeycomb just the same. "Mmf, hoo, tell ya what that's sweet. Keep yer eyes peeled for that pony that's always sellin' bags'a rice."
"Rrrroger!" Waxworks pulled out a potato peeler that was moments later slapped out of her hooves by the bat pegasus. "Hee, just kidding, I knew what you meant. I'll holler if I see him."
They trotted together through the crowd, glancing here and there at the various wares being hawked. Plenty of fresh fruit and veggies of course, but also all sorts of little things like the beekeepers and artisan ponies who had all sorts of crafts. Powderkeg made a mental note that onion stew sounded like a good idea for dinner, and this thought was blown out of her head by a blood-curdling scream from Waxworks.
Powderkeg took three quick gasps and stared in bewilderment, then remembered who she was dealing with. Waxworks was smiling that enormous smile of hers and helpfully pointing across the marketplace at a wheat-colored pony trotting on a treadmill, with rice pouring out one end of the machine into sack, and the husks pouring out the other side. Bringing a bunch of rice ready to sell, and saving time by bringing along the husking machine was a good way to keep busy while business was slow.
She trotted over to him, "howdy! How much for a bag?"
"That'll be two bits per pound on anything by the little sign, and three bits per pound over near this one."
"Er, what about those?"
"The husks? Usually sell those off as filler for feed, I'll let you have them for... a bit per pound."
"HOT DOG SOLD!" Cried Powderkeg, lifting up twenty pounds worth of husks, flailing her wings in a desperate attempt to stay upright, and promptly falling over with a crash.
"Yeah dear?" Said Powderkeg, grinning. She frowned a bit as the earth pony stared at her in confusion, but she eagerly bit off a piece of the gooey honeycomb just the same. "Mmf, hoo, tell ya what that's sweet. Keep yer eyes peeled for that pony that's always sellin' bags'a rice."
"Rrrroger!" Waxworks pulled out a potato peeler that was moments later slapped out of her hooves by the bat pegasus. "Hee, just kidding, I knew what you meant. I'll holler if I see him."
They trotted together through the crowd, glancing here and there at the various wares being hawked. Plenty of fresh fruit and veggies of course, but also all sorts of little things like the beekeepers and artisan ponies who had all sorts of crafts. Powderkeg made a mental note that onion stew sounded like a good idea for dinner, and this thought was blown out of her head by a blood-curdling scream from Waxworks.
Powderkeg took three quick gasps and stared in bewilderment, then remembered who she was dealing with. Waxworks was smiling that enormous smile of hers and helpfully pointing across the marketplace at a wheat-colored pony trotting on a treadmill, with rice pouring out one end of the machine into sack, and the husks pouring out the other side. Bringing a bunch of rice ready to sell, and saving time by bringing along the husking machine was a good way to keep busy while business was slow.
She trotted over to him, "howdy! How much for a bag?"
"That'll be two bits per pound on anything by the little sign, and three bits per pound over near this one."
"Er, what about those?"
"The husks? Usually sell those off as filler for feed, I'll let you have them for... a bit per pound."
"HOT DOG SOLD!" Cried Powderkeg, lifting up twenty pounds worth of husks, flailing her wings in a desperate attempt to stay upright, and promptly falling over with a crash.