“You are cowards. The lot of you.” She waved a hoof around. “You’re scared of getting your hooves dirty. You’re a bunch of . . . of badly groomed sheep! And you!” Her focus narrowed on Perry. “You’re not just scared because you have to step outside of the comfortable university halls—you look like a pony on the way to the gallows. Have you got a jilted lover back in Ponyville?” 