In the lead car, the cluster of ponies were arguing. This was not a new development; they had been arguing for days. The object of their ire was currently hidden in Dean Bright Star’s saddlebags, but out of sight did not mean out of mind for them. That their argument was circular made no difference; each pony assumed that if she repeated variations on the same phrase over and over again, she could make her point. As heads of their respective departments, they all should have known better.