Sure enough, there was the tell-tale, slow 'Pffsht....Pffssht' noise hissing up from somewhere under the floorboards. With some trepidation, Honour slowly lifted her left hind hoof off of the brake pedal, and pressed the other hoof down on the accelerator. Slowly, gracefully, with a lethargy appropriate to the early-morning hour, the Whirlwind crept forward out of the stall. 