>Anon's wings beat the air and blew up a cloud of dust as his hooves thumped on the ground.
>He stuck his muzzle in his saddlebag and fished out his shopping list.
>Ponies bustled around him, most of them out to simply enjoy the afternoon sun with their friends in Ponyville market.
>The green and black pegasus stallion, thanks to his very mundane looks, attracted no attention – much to his reprieve.
>He pulled out and unrolled the list.
>Carrots, apples, onions, potatoes...
>Vivid images of the stands and ponies who sold what he needed floated to the top of his mind as he read each line.
>The problem was that they'd shuffled the market since his last visit.
>Something about giving everypony a turn at the best spots.
>So, he stuck his list back into the saddlebag, spread his wings, and leaped up into the air.
>Carrot Top's was there, Applejack's there...
>...and somepony was fluttering a little below and behind him.
>He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, but a lightning of rainbow color rocketed past him before he could turn.
>The sudden gust from her dash drew the air out from under his wings and sent him tumbling towards the ground.
>He angled his wings and forced them back out into the air rushing past him.
>His feathers made a shrill whistling sound as he pulled himself into level flight.