"Now," the stallion said, taking a deep breath. "Please don't do that again." He turned away from her, glaring at Lightning Dust. "Equestrian Family Services jam took care of la aferon of this filly, Miss Dust. Ni aprezas la efikon de via volonta servo... but it ne plu is necesa. Vi ja komprenas why that might be. A pony with your, uh... specifa pasinteco... fidita por doni kvalitan prizorgon for a young pony. Just look at her." He gestured with a wing. "I'm supozanta you don't even know what she's wearing, do you? She might be venenita jam. Or if she wasn't hurt, ŝi povus mortigi somepony. Imagu la psikologian damaĝon, kiun ŝi suferos, sciante ke ŝi akcidente ŝtelos la vivojn de poneoj! Foals have been ruined by less."