“This is ridiculous!” Joachim exclaimed, wing flared, forelegs grasping his head. “They can’t all be full up!” Handy looked around. He was uneasy. There were an awful lot of colourful ponies in this town, and more than a few of them were casting curious glances his way. To be sure, the two of them were strikingly different from everyone else here, but he had the uneasy gut feeling that it was him they were looking at more than the griffon. ‘They’ve at least heard of griffons before,’ he thought, feeling eyes boring on the back of his head.