A pony sat in front of the Mayor. She had beautiful pale grey skin and a blonde mane, and would've been pretty if it wasn't for her strange yellow-amber eyes; they faced different directions.
"Hello, Miss Hooves." said the Mayor politely.
"Shucks, you can call me Derpy," Derpy replied, blushing.
The Mayor narrowed her eyes slightly. "Very well, Derpy. I have called you to discuss a task I have set for you."
"Oh goody! What is this task?" Derpy asked excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat.
"Big Mac, who works and lives over at Sweet Apple Acres, is a bit shy. We were wondering if you could hang out with him, just for a week or two,a nod try to make him a little more outgoing? His sister, Applejack says that if he doesn't make friends soon, his brain will be in a mental state of depression, which will affect his work, which means apples won't be bucked, which means no apple cider! We have to have apple cider!" the Mayor screamed, waving wildly. Calming down, she added "And no apple muffins," , just for Derpy's benefit.
"No apple muffins?!" Derpy yelled. "Fine! I'll do it. But I want to be payed."
"Of course. 20 bits a day." The Mayor replied, smiling the charming Mayor Mare smile.
"Nope. I wanna be payed in muffins." Derpy requested politely.
"Mu..Muffins?" asked the Mayor, feeling very puzzled.
A muffin a day. So two weeks would be...73 MUFFINS!" Derpy hollered excitedly, flying around in circles and doing a double loop before landing back in her swaying seat.
"Actually, it's 14 muffins for two weeks," the Mayor corrected calmly, but her eyes showed her surprise.
"That's what I saaaaaaiiiid!" Derpy whined.
"Very well, you begin tomorrow." the Mayor said casually. "Dismissed."
Mayor Mare watched as her timid assistant helped Derpy out of the door. The Mayor sighed. It was going to be a looooong two weeks.