He wrapped the towel around his waist and went to pick up his clothes, which were still lying by the bathtub. He ran his hand across the stubble on his chin, and looked over at the vanity. If there was a razor there, I'd shave. But of course there wasn't; what use would a pony have for a razor?  But what about that stallion from yesterday?  He had a moustache . . . even if it’s a hairpiece, this is a hospital.  They can’t do surgery without shaving the area first, I don’t think.  The wound would get contaminated, so there must be razors or clippers somewhere in the hospital.  Maybe when I have time I’ll see if I can borrow one.