New to Ponyville

They came by her house later that night. They knocked on the door twice and waited about two minutes between each time.

"Why can't we just leave?" A hefty pony asked to a small, anxious one.

"He said to take her with us." Anxious pony said, nervously looking around. "And...I think we may be 'fired' if we don't do as he says." Anxious pony made air quotes with his wings when he said 'fired', making him lift into the air a bit. He stumbled onto the soft cloud and quickly rose again, only to prance in place as if he had to use the restroom really bad.

Hefty pony knocked again, making the note on the door fall down. Noticing it, he lowered his head and squinted.

"I wish I were an alicorn." he said, struggling to read the print Misty put down less than 12 hours ago. Anxious pony let out an annoyed puff and grabbed the note with his mouth before Hefty could finish reading it.

"You're always saying that." Anxious said, struggling to talk with a mouth full of paper. "Now, lets go. We've alreday been here to long. It's clear she isn't here." Anxious rose into the air, a little wobbly, then zoomed away. Hefty soon caught up with him.

"She's a lucky mare." Hefty pointed out.

"Yeah." Anxious said, disappointed. "To bad we aren't lucky stallions."

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Misty landed at the door to her new cottage. It took her all night to fly to Ponyville from her home above Manehatten. She was EXHAUSTED! She could hardly wait to hit the hay, pun intended. She expected the door to be unlocked, and partly open, so she walked right into the door, bumping her head light enough to not make a huge sound, but, hard enough to give her a minor headache.

Some ponies looked at her and smiled or giggled. She was used to this behavior, having flown down to visit earth and unicorn friends in Manehatten. She knocked on the door and stood back a little. She barley had time to breathe before the door swung open, as if the pony inside had been expecting someone. Seeing Misty there, the pony, which had a dusty red mane and tail, swamp green eyes, and a sand-colored coat, stared at her with a grim expression on her face.

"What?" The mare snapped, clearly agitated about something. For a moment, Misty wondered if she had the wrong address.

"Uh, is this 169 Sugar Cube Street?" Misty asked as politely as she could.

"Yeah, what do you want?" The mare growled at her. Misty, surprised by this attitude, was taken aback. Geez, and I thought MANEHATTEN ponies were rude! She thought.

"Oh, well, you see, I bought this house, and, your kind of on my property." Misty said shyly.

The mare stood in the doorway, not looking like she would move anytime soon. "I need to see your contract, then I'll leave." She said, still with an aggressive tone in her voice.

The contract! I left it at home!  Misty thought in horror. She let out a nervous chuckle and started to explain that she left her contract all the way back in Cloudsdale, Manehatten.

The mare didn't seem to care that much, because she turned her back on Misty, and almost closed the door in her face.

"I don't have any place to sleep tonight." Misty mentioned quietly. Seeming to have a small change in heart, the mare turned back around and stuck out her hoof, as if pointing at Misty.

"You can stay with me for 2 moons, that's it. " She said. "And I'm charging 10 bits each moon. Do we have a deal?"

Misty hesitated for a second. The sun was already setting, thanks to Celestia, and she had 20 bits left over. She supposed two nights sleep were more important now than ever.

"Deal." Misty said. They shook on it. "By the way, I have some friends coming over for a sleep over tonight." The mare said, letting Misty inside her cozy, compact cottage. She then got up into Misty's face. "Don't make a sound. I don't want them thinking I'm babysitting some foal!"

Misty, never one to fight, nodded and backed away slowly. "By the way." The mare said. "What's your name?"

"Misty." Misty said. "What about you?"

The mare paused for a second, either trying to remember or hesitating, Misty couldn't tell. The look on her face was neutral. "Roseluck." Roseluck finally said.

Misty could barley say "nice to meet" before the doorbell rang.