On any other day, poor Sandy would have gotten a swift hoof to the face for shaking her and waking her up the way he did, filly loved her beauty sleep. But, she couldn't muster the energy to whack him one as displayed by a fore hoof that fell part way on a collision course for his face it would never make.

"Mnnnggh..." She groaned as he woke her up. "...I'mma...turn...you into a....newt later...."