The ivory unicorn spit out the dirt and grass and wiped her face clean of the mud before her eyes followed the two ponies as they passed by three storefronts before vanishing around a corner, Pinkie's laugh unmistakable as it grew more and more distant before finally there was a loud 'crash!' She then looked down at her dress, the torn fabric, its beautiful turquoise color sullied by the mud. Not only that, but her own fur was spotted in brown. Shock turned to rage as she stood up with a scowl, wiping some dirt from her fur and spitting on the ground again to clear her mouth of the still-present grainy taste of mud, and marched up the street like a mare on a mission.