Ponyville was in a time of peace, the sun shining. The birds chirping. All seemed well. Besides some ponies looking suspiciously at a Unicorn that was walking through their village, wearing a red cape. They had never seen him before. The pony had: red eyes, mane, and tail; Both his mane and tail were short and a little brushy. He also owns a black coat. The eyes looked narrower than normal. His normal expression made him look like he ain't the friendly type.

“Do you know where the Pies are?”

His tone is normally intense and low. Asking for a retail pony. In hope, the retail pony would know and tell him. He could just use his watch but why not see how truthful this village is?

“Yeah right at that bakery over there. They sell some good Pies! I might reckon you get some there good sir after buying something from my market first of course.”

The sales pony pointed a hoof southwest at Sugar Cube Corner. The Unicorn followed the hoof with his eyes. He didn’t know if he was be told a joke or being serious?

“No. Not those pies fool."

The Unicorn startled the Sale’s Pony. Making him consider twice about joking around with this colt and to try to manipulate him to buy things from his market.

“What other types of pies are there then?”

The Unicorn recollected himself, gasping in the atmosphere before speaking. He was almost about to use his watch but decided to listen to this sales pony one last time.

“The ponies!?”

The Unicorn gave the Sale’s Pony a bewildered expression. Why did he need to know where the Pies are? They're not very kind? Unless he's interested in buying some rocks from them?

“Oh, you mean the Pies on the Rock Farm, Pinkie Pie and her sisters?”

Saying while being insured by the question. That’s what he must be looking for? If not, then he really has a big sugar tooth?

“Yes, now you’re correct. Do you know their whereabouts?”

“Go south from here and you’ll see the Rock Farm over the horizon. The place by its suggestive name farms rocks. They most likely have a lot around, so be careful not to trip over at that bumpy farm.

“Thanks. What’s your name?”

The Sale’s Pony patted himself on the chest. Smiling at the colt.

“I’m am a pony of business, Filthy Rich! Yours?”

Filthy Rich asked, wanting to know this colts name.

“Comber.”

Comber took 3 bags of bits out of his magic vault and placed it down on the stand. He noticed a line of ponies behind him waiting to get their market edible items. Filthy rich was shocked, those bags can hold up to 100 at least, why is he giving him that much? Does he plan to buy everything in the market? Nopony needs this much food! Filthy rich planned to open his next market shop on the right side of Sugar Cube Corner. That shop would sell new merchandise, such as rocks turned into arts and crafts and more stuff like that. Comber knew exactly where the Pies was. His watch already told him. Seems like this Village does fib around. This was just a test to see how this village mood is, as well if any liars like where he’s from are here as well. They pass the test so now this village gets a reward. This village is easily fooled.

“um, why did you put about 300 bits on the counter? You literally just brought everything!”

Filthy Rich was happy; he didn’t expect another pony to be as wealthy as him. The line of ponies was outrage by Comber’s actions though. Did he just buy all the food at the market stand? sure they can go over to Sugar Cube Corner and get a tooth ace from all their confectionaries, or to another store but they don’t want sweets or leave a line they been waiting in for awhile just to go to another one! That’s why they are at this line attempting to buy farm food, what a jerk.

“You know we wanted some of that farm food too, right!?”

A mare walked up to the counter, passing Comber with anger. Comber turned to the line of Ponies. He was about to cheer their moods up with what he just done for them. He was expecting to see them mad. Comber smirked. He didn’t buy this food for himself, he usually doesn’t eat food. That’s why he uses spells to feed him the glucose and other vital molecules for living. Food could be poisoned and magic nutrition is completely safe if the unicorn knows how to use it safely without causing errors in the spell.

“Everypony at this line, cool your mood. I didn’t buy this farm food for myself. I paid it for all of you, Enjoy!”

Comber had to raise his tone for the bickering ponies to hear him. After hearing him, they calmed down and felt guilty of the animosity that accumulated at the generous colt. Comber decided to leave, heading in the direction Filthy Rich said. The ponies tried to greet and show their appreciation to the colt that just brought all the groceries at the market stand. They all fallowed him and thanked him. Where did he get all that bits from? They couldn’t thank him because he casted a teleportation spell. He wasn’t about to be enclosed by a whole bunch of thankful ponies. It put a smile on his face though to now there's ponies that are grateful. This village is definitely more friendly than the town he originated from. That town would beat ponies up for stunts he just pulled. No not the generosity, but the act of hoarding all the good of the market would get you beat up quick. You wouldn’t have time to explain the reason you bought everything because you be on the ground, losing what you bought and being beaten up. He walked past the final house before spotting the Rock Farm over the horizon.

("That must be it.")

The colt saw rocks of all types all over the place: Marble, Basalt, Limestone, etc. One area looked smooth out. Proof that some ponies had to live here. The colt passes the ground texture differences and was now in the smooth zone. Still a little bit bumpy though.

“Is that colt a relative of yours!?”

A colt asked the Rich stallion. He received a no from the Rich stallion. What type of pony gives out that many bits for others? A generous stupid one indeed. Good thing he can teach hia daughter on investment. The answer to the question Fulthy Rich conjured was a very wealthy one. Ponies took their share of the purchase. They all appreciated that stallion for his act of generosity. There were 77 items in this market, and a line of 9. The line of ponies was in a good mood. Each pony is allowed up to 8 items. It’s not like they were going to purchase that many items in the first place. But the best part right now Is They're free. If more ponies don’t show, maybe he can keep some of the goods and make a profit off the ones that colt thought he would’ve payed for this peaceful village. 5 ponies would show up to buy some farming goods after the present line was gone. This made the total 14, but after that... The greedy colt closed the market and made an insane profit from the goods. He was able to trick one of the ponies into buying the goods that had already been paid for. It’s not like he’ll get caught either, he has too much money to count already and it will be hard to tell. He made his home to put the bags of bits in the vault. Always good to keep your profiit safe and secured. He’ll open the next new market directly after he finishes putting the bags of bits away.

("Ah... It's good to be a business colt and know how to manage your bits.")

Author's Note

Re-edited the chapter! Of you read it again, let me know what you think!