“Ow,” make that five times. “I think my mother would’ve made herself a bag of popcorn and laughed at my misery,” I rolled back off of my face, and onto my hooves again. “Do I have to learn how to dance? The last changeling that danced, got executed for having fun, which is illegal in the Hive.” I turned into Pinkie, but with a unicorn horn. “I know this one cool dance at least,” I flipped onto the horn and started spinning.