It was a surreal experience, very strange. He felt wary and foolish, tramping about in his tauric disguise, but for all the worry and concern he felt, it seemed to be working. It was now past midday, and the town was alive with activity. Much to Handy’s bewilderment, the ponies did not react to him in any way he had been prepared for. The typical reaction was for a pony to turn, their eyes to gaze up, see his horns, smile, and go about their day.