His fellows were dragging ponies of all ages and colours onto the street and binding their hooves with sticky green phlegm. Burrow’s brief glances as he raced past only revealed earth ponies, no unicorns or pegasi amongst the captured population. Racing down the street to find the Queen, he dodged to the right as a green mare ran out of a grocery store and nearly collided with him. She didn’t pause, and after she had galloped past him Burrow heard the sound of a changeling diving down from the sky and the thud that signalled the halting of the mare’s attempted escaped.