'Go away, you hellion!' Handy thought furiously at her. 'Fuck off, this isn't your property! Go away! Go on, get!' She did no such thing of course, instead trying to peer deeper into the face of the crate, as if willing for it to tell her its deepest darkest secrets, her tiny innocent head wondering what kind of hidden treasures or wonders the moving box might hold. Perhaps gypsy gold! It did seem to belong to a pair of traveling ponies she saw come into town. Oh, maybe it had some magic or some weird pet they kept! It was Nightmare Night coming up – maybe there was some kind of monster in there! And only she would know! She had to investimagate, for the good of the entire town!