        Twilight—barely awake—noticed Luna dancing back and forth on her hooves impatiently and suddenly had a horrible vision of being force-fed carrots if she failed to eat them on her own.  Despite them not being her ideal breakfast fare, she choked them down as quickly as possible.  At least Luna has the patience to let me finish eating.  I’d better not ask her to give me five minutes to comb my mane, though.  “What’s the hurry?”  Twilight muttered around a mouthful of half-chewed carrot.  The sun isn’t even up.”