His first stop was the Ponyville Express. The paper was written by the rather oddly-named Apple Honey—Fancy Pants had long since given up on determining how earth pony parents named their offspring—when she wasn’t busy running her small freehold or repairing and selling used farm implements. An antique printing press sat in the back of her shop, dutifully pressed into service once a week. While it would never win a literary award—the mare could barely spell, and her typesetting skills were sadly lacking—it was the one reliable source of local news, and she dutifully attended every major event in Ponyville. He’d discovered this with a few hastily-composed telegrams. Fancy Pants kept his ear to the ground in Canterlot, but was less well-informed of the events in Ponyville. Had it not been the home of the Element Bearers, he doubted whether he’d have known the town existed at all. 