A Quiet Trot
Hearing that I am fast made my ears prick with a gentle warmth. I decided to test a longer stretch, aiming for the smooth wooden floor beyond the rug. Step by measured step, I picked up a rhythm. My hooves clicked softly like clockwork against the polished boards. A stray yellow pencil lay directly in my path, so I curved gracefully around it without breaking stride. By the time I reached the bright hallway threshold, my mane fluttered back neatly, and I paused to admire the steady distance I had covered.