The sun shines brightly on the town as ponies make their way through the streets. Most ponies seem to be cheerie, talking to friends as they slowly make their way through the busy market. Turning to look at some products now and then. One black maned orange stallion however, is in a bit more of a hurry.
Repsol sprints through the mass of all different kinds of ponies, trying to avoid the larger groups as he instead zig-zags his way to his destination. On his back and resting against his sides is his trusty saddlebag, weighing down as it's filled with packages and treats. All ready to be delivered to their corresponding destinations. He needs to be even quicker than normal today, as the hot midday sun shines on his bag. Eventough the products he's delivering where extra cooled before they where put in his bag, he could feel them getting warmer every second.
A drop of sweat forms on his forehead as he dashes around another group of ponies, narrowly avoiding collission with an elder stallion who slowly trots behind them. He smiles sheepishly as he bids his apology. "Sorry Sir!, I'm in a bit of a hurry!" As he turns to dash away he could hear the elder pony grumble something about 'These damn kids.'
Turning a final corner, Repsol arrives at his first stop. He trots up to the door and gives it a few firm knoks. "Delivery!"