Ah, the challenging life of an aggressive saltine. So many colts with sacks of bits burning holes in their pockets, looking for some fun to have on the side. So hard to choose which one to make her new salt-lick. With thoughts of Captain Mailedhoof in her mind (Lily figured that even if he's not too rich, at least he looked like he could buck real good; he could be worth a few trips around the quarter-mile, at least), specialist Glamerspear knocked on the Royal Engineer's door. 