See, if the ponies could track him wherever he hid, then hiding was no longer an option, but running blind would just play into their ha— hooves. So, the only realistic option he had left was to force their hooves and hopefully force them in the wrong direction. He wasn't proud of scaring the hell out of an innocent family like that, or stealing their food. However, it was necessary—he needed patsies and fine patsies they were. It wasn't as if he was actually going to harm them. He just needed them to think he would. Hell, far from robbing them, he had dumped the very last dregs of his deer silver onto the hallway table on his way out. It was a good meal they had made after all. Then he had started to run hell for leather away from the shop, before Broomstick realised Handy hadn't locked him in the bathroom and he found he could walk out and free his family.