'Oh dear God, what?' He didn't get the opportunity to ponder what line of reasoning led to the filly spouting such nonsense, the pony grunting with effort as she managed to swing one of her hind hooves up, the other kicking in air as she struggled to clamber onto the cart. Four proud, muddy hooves dirtied the wood as the filly wore a triumphant smile and a determined expression at her victory over height and gravity, silently mouthing 'yes' to herself and looking behind her to the ground below. She turned her gaze upon the crate and tip-hoofed her way closer and closer to Handy's position. 'Oh for fuck's sake, I am not getting exposed over something so stupid!'