It was another rainy night in Manehattan. The wind whistled through the empty streets, flapping back and forth the sign of the store 'Manehattan Staplers Ltd.' Inside, Pony Joe stood behind the counter. Staplers and boxes of staples lined the shelves. He had his coat on, making sure to conceal his cutie mark. It was a cold night. He wished he could be downstairs in the warm with the others. But of course, he had to man the storefront. It would look too suspicious if there was simple no-one there. The door creaked open. Joe lifted his head up to see a bedraggled, suit-wearing pony walk in. He took his hat off and squeezed the rainwater out before strolling over to Joe. "What can I do for you sir?" Joe asked. He knew what the answer was going to be for someone coming in at this hour. "Could I buy a stapler please?" the pony asked. "What colour?" The suited pony looked around to check that no-one else was there. "Purple," he said. Joe nodded. "Right this way good sir." He walked out from behind a counter and opened a door marked 'Supply Closet'. A staircase lay inside. He trotted down the steps, the other pony following him. It went down deep. Soon enough, the muffled sounds of music and merriment could be heard. They got to the bottom and Joe pushed open another door. Light flooded out. The room was filled with ponies. They sat around laughing and warbling songs. A pianist played jovial music in the corner. And there in the centre of the room was what the suited pony had come for. The donut bar. Chocolate sprinkles, jelly-filled, they had it all. Boxes upon boxes of sweet, contraband donuts. The donut prohibition had hit Manehattan hard, but speakeasies could be found all over the city, if you knew where to look. "Thank you my good man," the pony said to Joe before rushing over to the bar. Pony Joe left the basement, careful to avoid stepping on the female pony passed out on the floor, caster sugar lining her lips. He chuckled to himself as he ascended the stairs, thinking of all the money he was making. Before prohibition he had been close to bankruptcy. But now, almost all of his rivals had shut down and he was becoming rich. Thank you Celestia, he thought to himself. This prohibition was the best thing that had ever happened to him.