"Ditzy!" cried the purple-maned P as she drew alongside her. "The moon! There's something wrong. It's not slowing down!"
Ditzy turned, and knew straightaway that the mare was right. The moon had grown huge, far bigger than usual, even during the spring moon festival, and instead of its stately ascent along the arch of the sky, it was headed on a near-horizontal path straight for the castle.
With both forelegs Ditzy waved the fliers to a halt, and as a group they hung bobbing against the night sky. The pegasi looked across at the looming white orb and began to mutter.
"Is it supposed to be moving so fast?" said one.
"It's not slowing down," whispered another.
"It's out of control!" cried a third.
"And it's - it's headed right for us!"
The team began to devolve into a confused mob, muttering and glancing at the moon and each other until one, a pegasus stallion with a yellow coat and a violet mane, suddenly split off from the rest of the group.
"I don't know about all of you," he cried, h