"Well uh, take care of yourself then," Tinker said, tipping his hat before walking around the strange pony and moving on, whistling nervously. He looked back. The pony was turned around, staring right at him as he left. He turned to look where he was going, whistling louder and clearer, trying not to hurry his pace too noticeably. He turned to look back, and once more the pony remained where he was. Once Tinker rounded the corner, he took in a deep gasp of breath before resolving to never take that street home ever again.