She stuck her muzzle out the window, taking in the smells of the steam locomotive and the baking creosote of the ties. The smell always excited her; it was the scent of travel, of strange and exotic places. True, she was only going to Ponyville—a trip she’d made countless times before—but that wasn’t the point. Here she was on the most modern form of transportation imaginable . . . all she had to do was sit back on the comfortable couch, and the train would take her—with no effort on her part—to her destination. She smiled, already forgetting the sombre group in the lead car.