Bitterroot beaned Trace with a boulder. Right in the face, too. Trace tumbled into the snow. From her back, she poked a hoof into the air. “And then she backs up her words, to boot!” She pulled herself back into a sitting position, holding her nose and grinning broadly. “I must say, Arty, you have got to be one of the most narrowly grouchy ponies I have ever met. Lighten up, would you please?”