The Ways of the Ponies

I finally checked out of the hospital. I don't know how long I've been there, but I just know it was in there a long time. I checked my bag to see what I had. I had some pencils, a pad of paper, and about 10 dollars. Oh, I'm sorry, bits. I forgot that this isn't Earth. This is Pony Earth. Instead of fries, i have hay. Instead of saying "everybody" i have to catch myself saying "everyPONY" I don't have 2 hands and 2 feet, but 4 hooves.

I have arrived in PonyVille and have been eagerly searching for a job. But there doesn't seem to be any luck on my side for getting a job.

First, I went to Quills and Sofas to see if I could get a job as a salespony. But here's how it went.

"Alright. So first question; What is your name?" The manager of Quills and Sofas.

"Heh, funny story. I actually don't HAVE a name."

"Mister, are you some sort of pony criminal?"

"No sir, I just woke up in a hospital bed in Canterlot."

He took some time to look at some notes on his desk (which he got from chairs and deli) and write some stuff on some notes. He then looked up at me and said,

"Well, thank you for submitting an application and taking some time to chat with me. But I hate to be a burdon, but we will have to hire somepony else. Not only that, but you don't excactly have any preferences"

I can't say I blame the quill & sofa guy. He's not wrong. I suck. I don't have any preferences. The only thing that I think I'd be good at is drawing, because there was drawing stuff in my satchel from the hospital and all.

So I continued around town to an art store, and they boldly let me in for an interview.

"Good marrow sir," The salespony said. "My name is Honey Withers, and I come to understand that you're in need of a new job?"

"Yes Miss Withers. But first let me tell you a little about myself." I explained that I don't really know my name, or what I'm good at, but I thought I'd be good at drawing and stuff because the bag the nurse gave me had some art supplies. She then took some time to write somethings down and told me,

"Well, it doesn't seem that you WOULDN'T be hired, but we definitely should make you a name." She then took a moment to look over my features. dark blue hair, and sort of a light blue body. She looked at my butt, but that's when I got up and said, "WOAH now, my face is up here"

"Mister, I was just looking at your cutie mark." I looked over and sure enough, there was a picture of..... of....... nothing.

"This seems quite odd, you don't have one"