We were just outside Appleloosa, on the edge of the desert, when the cupcakes began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. . . ." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge parasprites, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Pegasus. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Celestia! What are these goddamn animals?"



Then it was quiet again.