With his boss' prompting, they both took another drink -- Bitsmount of his hundred-bits-a-glass cognac, Songwell of his five-bits-a-mug Ploughpony's. He'd turned his nose up when Songwell asked for it, but ol' Ploughpony had never let him down. And, anyways, in times of stress, it weren't hardly uncommon for a pony to turn to a familiar brook.