[It's a beautiful, albeit boring, late winter's day in Mayfield, and there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. At least, not until a
very small pony comes galloping around the corner, followed by an exasperated Raz in hot pursuit, running on his levitation ball as fast as he can.]
Get back here! How can something with such stubby little legs move so fast?
[THEY ARE NOT LOOKING WHERE THEY ARE GOING. You should maybe get out of the way. Just sayin'.]