Rainbow

The magenta mare was pretty fed up. She hates this song and dance. But continue she must. "Your hoofwork is nice up how abut your leaps. No wings." She punctuates her remark with a flying front flip kick.

Lochbed

The pair rest at home until the noontime chime of a clock chirps. "Time to go?"

Heavy Ale

The dark cream stallion was oddly not on his way.