Dive Bomb looked up at the great hissing serpent, poised to swallow them up and vomit them out on Ponyville. He hovered for as long as he could, making notes of the various gauges and dials before he was shooed away by a combination of the dirty cloud pouring out the smokestack and by the slightly over-eager engine stoker.

As he entered the first passenger car, he shook his wings in a vain attempt to dislodge the grit trapped there. It was worth it, he thought as he reviewed the diagrams in his notebook. Nevertheless, he checked around himself before starting to preen his wings, forming a small pile of dust on the windowsill.