My Little Pony is owned by Hasbro. I own almost nothing.

The cold breeze flew in as a young Pegasus walked in from the cold. She wore nurse gown and cap, with a scalpel cutie mark on her flank. "Hello madam! Looking for something particular? Or are you just here to browse? If you need help with something just give me a holler!" A unicorn called from behind the counter, waving in the soon-to-be costumer.

"Are you Rune Light Money?" The Pegasus replied, reading the name from a crumpled up paper.

"This is him miss."

"It's about your wife…"

"My wife! What has ever happened to her?" Rune panicked grabbing the shoulders of the Pegasus and shaking her dangerously.

"Don't worry Mr. Money, she's fine. It's just that she's due for labor." The Pegasus shook.

"Really! Yes, yes, yes yesyesyes!" Rune let go bouncing up and down. "Wait, right now! I got to go, can you lock up ma'am? Thank you!" Rune said throwing the keys to the dazed Pegasus sprinting out the door.

"Oh Celestia, I'm a father!" Rune bellowed as he turned the corner, prancing around as ponies looked at the strange colt.

"Good for you!" Some called out, while other mumbled to themselves and trotting off.

The light of Luna's moon was out as light flakes of snow fell from the sky. "The night is truly magical for a young pony to be born into this world," Rune thought to himself as he reached his house and pushed open the door, jumping at joy at the sight of his wife lying with thefoal.

"Honey snuggly, what is our child?" He called to his wife.

"A colt Rune, a little colt earth pony." She replied to the excited unicorn.

"An earth pony," "Course lovey dubby, a beautiful filly earth pony."

Rune just smiled and laughed. "An earth-pony, just like my great-grandpony."

"What shall we call him honey-wubby?" She laughed with her husband.

"We shall call him, Finn Light, of the Money family. may his flank be as bright as his soul."

The wife and colt smiled at the name.

Seven years later….

"Mom!" A young filly called from down the stairs, in his hands a huge case double his size.

"Finn I'm going as fast as I can, just be patient," She called, finishing putting on her make-up.

Finn squirmed with arrogance, minutes seemed like forever to him. "MOM!"

"I'm right here, are you ready to go?" He only nodded. "Did you brush your teeth? Comb your hair? button your shirt?"

"Button my shirt!" He panicked, looking down. "Just kidding, relax Finny Winny," his mother called

"Don't call me that." Finn huffed.

"Sorry"

"Finn do you need help with that?" His mother trotted looking over to the filly, who was huffing the case alongside him.

"N-no not all, I'm big enough to carry it all by myself, thank you very much!" He said, chin held high.

"Okay sweetie, anything you say." She mocked, smile on face.

The weather was nice and snowy on that day. The sun was up with only few clouds in the sky. Canterlot, like usual, was busy during the winter seasons, selling fire-wood, and delicious pinecones. Ponies filled the street chatting amongst themselves or haggling with the venders. Finn looked around with wonder, even though he has been here before, he has never seen it this busy. When he came here with his father the streets had a few roaming ponies looking for decorations or groceries.

"So where are you little friends Finny?" Mom asked. Finn let go of the case and pointed over to a small corner where two fillies were setting up or tuning there instruments to get the perfect sound. One of them, a dark brown unicorn noticed Finn and started to wave him over. "Okay mom, I'll see-you later." He said, hugging his mom. Then grabbing the case lugging it over.

"Dude, what took you so long? Me and Miles have been waiting here for ages!" A blue pegasus whined as Finn approached. "We've been here for like five minutes Cleo. Five minutes!" Miles exclaimed. "Five minutes! More like five-h""Dudes I'm here okay, lets slam-a-dam with ours jams and hope the beavers don't get angry. Okay?" Finn yelled.

"Finn, you are terrible at rhyming." Cleo said laughing, "But you right, let's jam!"

Finn opened his case. A LUNA Tuba was inside, and Finn picked it up. After playing a quick note, and moving the tuning valve down, he was ready.

"One, two, one two three four," Cleo whispered to the group and notes began to play.

The notes flew through the air like a blue-jay taking on the snowy sky. Ponies looked on, some giving bits, while other moved closer. Soon a crowd appeared around the fillies and their hat was full of bits. Clapping for the fillies for each passing song, they all loved it. The ponies felt the same, even though they have been doing this for months, this is the largest crowd they had so far.

As they finished their last song the fillies bowed to the adoring fans, and started to put away the instruments. "That was awesome!" Cleo shrieked putting away his trombone. "Did you see all those people, cheering for us and giving money?" Miles added in.

Finn nodded in agreement. "So Finn what do you think you'll spend your share on this week? More baseball cards," Miles said grabbing the hat and counting the bits in it.

"Yea-yeah, like usual, buying base-ball cards," Finn slightly-shacked.

"What is it with you about baseball cards," Cleo said rolling her eyes.

"Their cool and the baseball players are cool!" Finn replied nervous.

"We got two-hundred bits today wow!" Miles said. "That's like sixty bits each!"

"It's sixty-six bits each with two bits left over, you to can share that between yourselves" Finn said, Putting away his tuba, "Oh I got to go!"

"Where?" Miles asked grabbing the sixty-some bits and handing them to Finn.

"My dad's shop."

Okay then Finn, see you around!" The two ponies yelled as Finn trudged off.

The sun was starting to set as Finn moved through the streets to find his father's shop, hoping he wasn't too late. Most of the ponies heaves seen at the beginning of the day have trotted home, with all of the things they've bought. Still though, some ponies were making last minute purchases or meeting with their friends for night activities.

Finn's father's shop came to view as Finn moved through a side street and onto a bricked one. It was a small old building, filled with old antics that came from faraway places or from the olden times back before Light Rune was a lad. A sign in the front read: Old Runes, Runes, though his father wasn't really old, only around fifty-two.

The door opened with a Cling, as a Dark green colt appeared over the counter in the back. "Dad?" Finn asked, putting down his case and trotting over to the counter.

"How was your day son?" He greeted as Finn put his forelegs on the counter.

"Great! I got sixty-six bits!" Finn proudly said grabbing the coin purse from his saddle and prizing it off.
"That's a lot of bits son." His father smiled trotting over and patting him on the back, "Are you going to do the usual with it?"

"You bet I am! When are we going?" Finn smiled back looking at his father with star-like eyes that could make a parent buy a castle for their pony.

"Well it's funny that you asked Finn." His father said trotting over to the cash-register, his son ready to burst in joy, "It looks like its Saturday and that mea-"

"BANK DAY!" Finn screamed bursting like a balloon.

"That it is. But before we go how about you do your chores young man?" His father called counting the bits he earned, as Finn ran off to get the broom and dustpan.

Holding the broom in his mouth and dust-pan in his hoof, Finn blankly swept the floor thinking of the event that will happen when he finished his chores. Finn found the bank a "guilty pleasure" he just fell for every Saturday. Depositing, interest, stalks, it just made him crazy. "Finn!" Finn's father called making him lose thought, "Are you done yet?"

Finn looked at the clean floor, "Yeah dad." Finn called trotting over to the closet and putting back the sweeping tools, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes son, just need some help carrying this stuff home."

Finn trotted over to his father's office. Just like the building, it looked old fashioned. But unlike the tidy shopping quarters given to the costumers, Light Rune's office was messy with outdated letters and books covering the floor and tables in the office. Light Rune sat, hunched over a desk, doing paper work for recent transactions. "Dad?" Finn called jolting his father's head forward, "The bank?"

"Oh, one moment I have this last- done!" called stamping the last paper and shoving it in a bin reading: OUT. "Okay son, now I'm ready, let me just get the saddle bags." Light cheered to his son, grabbing two from the hat rack and putting papers in a pale green one, and bits into a tannish yellow one.

Handing green saddle to his Finn, Light Rune put the yellow saddle on his back. And with a slight beat to his hooves he trotted to the door with Finn at his side. "You know, I got a surprise for you, when we get there." His father said to his son, making him explode with joy.

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