        She seemed to have come to the same conclusion, because she got back off the cooler.  She grabbed a handle in her teeth and rotated it ninety degrees.  She nudged it with a hoof, to make sure it was stable, before trying to mount it again.  This time, she climbed up onto the lid with much more confidence, settling herself down in the unnatural-looking half-rising stance she’d used on the beach.  It looked kind of like some yoga pose, no doubt with a mystical name like ‘Breath of Fire.’