I took a couple of steps forward and used the last few sunbeams of the day to gaze upon my reflection. I could barely recognize this angry little pony who stared right back at me, which aggravated my mood even further. In response, the other Gray Calx frowned harder, and I frowned even more to beat him at his game. It stubbornly one-upped me once again, now showing his teeth in seething hatred- and this is where my bad temper took over my motor skills.