Originally Posted by
TheAmishPirate
Sandy found himself nodding along. Even though he didn't understand half of what she was saying, the spirit of it was loud and clear to the amateur artist. "Yeah...yeah. It's like..." He paused, struggling to get the words together. "When you're flyin', your body's workin' on flyin'. An' it lets you think whatever y'want t'think., even things y'didn't know you were thinkin' about. If I could only get somepony who knew how t'work these things, I could put that sorta thing into th' beach..."