>>30641440>"Ahem. Anonymous, I trust you haven't forgotten what day it is.">Oh, it's just a mare.
"Ah, yes, the pony of taxations... And who are the armored ladies of which accompany her like two burly men accompany Mr President back in old country?">"Yes... pony of taxations, these are simply... state workers such as myself, her to help me if things go... sour."
"Why you should have warned Anon in advance, Anon would have prepared some food for welcomings of guests.">Thank God they didn't, all you have is chicken feed.>You fuss over the rooster still rearing for a fight.>"We did. and we also warned you that last month's tax is still overdue."
"Haha, yes, Anon's still not sure of pony writing, Rhodes you are Anon's filekeeper, where are the letters of warning?">Rhodes simply cocks its head.>Fug.>You are quickly accosted by the two small mares.>It's cute how they struggle yet you feel nothing.>"Do you have the money?"
"Well... Well, folk haven't been buying much of Anon's eggs, Anon is being out produced by pesky rival Apple Acres. Why is farm named after apples do more than apples? They should take Anon's example! Anon Egg Farm; must buy all the eggs.">The little ponies scrunch their faces as they wrestle more with the smell rather than your human frame.
"And poor Greta, Anon's best egg layer sadly passed away last week.">"Ladies.">With a nod, they nail a piece of paper to your coop.
"But what about Anon? Where will the chickens go?">"Not our problem, be gone or you'll spend a day in jail for your troubles.">Things are hard in Equestria with no proper laws of immigration.>But this does not dissuade your entrepreneur spirit.>You feel a new cunning plan coming as you look at the chickens leaving the coop.