First Stride

My hooves felt the cool, smooth table underneath. Without thinking twice, I leaned forward and pushed off with a sharp clatter! My front hoof hit the table firmly, and I felt the small rush of real speed right through me. A trailing green leaf brushed against my snout, so I shook my head, snorted lightly, and nudged the stem aside. I can move, I can dash, and this whole flat space is ready for me.