I’m not sure if Jack hears my question over his panicked screaming. It is pretty hilarious to see him running around though. It sort of reminds me of a dog chasing his tail; only this time the tail is chasing the owner.

Speaking of which, tucking my tail into my pants is really uncomfortable. And hell, the cat is out of the bag now, no sense in keeping mine hidden anymore. I head over to the kitchen, grab a knife, and carefully cut a slit in the back of my pants so my tail can come through. “There you go little buddy!” I smile as it bursts forth and gently whips back and forth, involuntarily. Sure, it announces to the world that I’m not fully human, but for some reason I don't mind. Seeing it just makes me feel, I don't know, whole again? I stand there for a moment affectionately running my hands through the strands. I feel like it's part of my identity now, and I don’t understand how I lived so long without it.

Right, playtime is over, and there is a lot of shit to do around here. I drop my tail and follow the sound of his screams until I find Jack standing by a bookshelf, swatting at his tail with a ruler he found. “Dude, put your pants back on,” I say as I heave the clothing over to him. He instinctively catches them, but then he doesn’t seem to really know what to do with them.

He looks over at me and his eyes widen at the sight of the colorful hair happily swishing between my legs. He shakes his ruler at it. “That’s, that’s impossible.” He points back at his own tail. “This is impossible!”

I rub my temples slowly. I admit, I had my fair share of fun with him, but we really don’t have time for this. ”Look, Jack, I don’t know what, why, or how this is all happening, but I’m really gonna need you to pull yourself together.”

Jack slowly slides down the wall he is leaning on, ending up in a half sitting position. He stares as his blonde tail. “I, I don’t know what you expect from me. I mean, I don’t even know what I expect of myself here.” He throws his hands in the air “Hell, I don’t fucking know what to think about anything right now.”

I walk over to him. “Well, all I know is that we’re getting through this together. We’ve been best friends for over a decade, and we always help each other through the rough spots. We’ll get through this, together.” I hold out my hand.

Jack stops staring at his tail and looks up at me. He chuckles slightly as he reaches up to accept my hand. “Alright, let’s do this, but if you break out into song singing ‘True True Friend’, so help me god.”

I laugh, “Nah, I would never do that, not really my style. 'Find a Pet' on the other hand...”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jack shakes his ruler at me.

“Relax, it will take more than a tail to get this guy to sing. Besides, we got shit to do.”

Jack shakes his head and smirks. “Alright, Rainbow Dash, what’s the plan? ”

I look over at Jack. His appearance may be a bit bizarre, and his eyes may have changed color, but behind those eyes burns the fire and courage that I always see in Jack. He is done playing games, he is done avoiding the situation, it’s all business now. It’s time to get stuff done.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Well, AJ, I have been thinking about this, it’s going to be a busy 24 hours. You see, tonight we prepare. We make lists and plot out a plan. For at dawn's first light we shall embark on an epic journey!”

Jack rubs his hands together. “Fuck yeah, I like the sound of this. Plans, missions, doing something productive about this! Alright, where are we going?”

I stand tall and raise a fist in the air. “Tomorrow, we go... to Wal-Mart!”

Jack blinks. “Um, what? You looking for a sale on khakis or something?”

I roll my eyes and explain, “Look, whatever the hell was going on, it’s accelerating. Cutie marks one day, then a hair change over the day, and then we suddenly sprout tails and ears in a matter of hours.” Urgh, just hearing myself say these things makes me think I’m insane. It’s pretty hard to deny the facts though, I mean, Jack is standing right in front of me all the changes visible right there. Right from her toes and all the way up to those cute freckles she has...

I shake my head and get back to my explanation. “Jack, we have to assume the next changes will happen even faster than these—.”

Jack cuts me off and holds up two hands. “Whoa, whoa, hold a second there skippy. The next changes? You mean even more parts of us are going to change?”

I bit my lip, then nod. “I would guess so, this shows no sign of stopping. I mean, I don’t know what’s causing this, but it’s powerful enough to make us grow horse tails and ears. If it can do that, god knows what else it can do to us. Chances are, we're going to pick up more and more equine traits over the next day or so. And, as you may have noticed, we are quickly reaching the point where we can’t show ourselves in public.” I pause and pointed to my ears and my tail. “So, regardless of what caused this, we have to start preparing for the apparent final outcome. And we’re running out of time.”

Jack looks a bit worried, but at least he isn’t denying the seriousness of our problem anymore. “So, why Wal-Mart, what can we possible buy there to help us with this?”

“Well, what don’t we need to buy is the better question. I mean, let’s talk worst case scenario here, okay? We don’t know the future, so let’s assume the very worst and pretend this will be our last chance to shop in public. What would we need to buy in our last shopping trip, ever? Hmm... wait, actually, do you still have that Zombie Apocalypse Survival Plan? You know, that thing we wrote in college?”

Jack laughs “That old thing? The outline we wrote in English class instead of taking notes? Yeah, I think I still have it in a notebook back home. But, uh, how does a homemade zombie survival plan stop us from turning into small colorful ponies?”

“Well, 90% of the zombie plan is going to be useless. But, if you remember, part of the plan included a huge list we made of all the supplies we would need to survive. You know, generators, gasoline, tons of rations, water purifiers, radios, seeds, etc.”

Jack finally catches on “Everything we would ever need to live once civilization fell.”

I nod, “Or, in our present case, everything we would ever need to live secluded, far away from society. It’s a sobering thought, but hell, one worth preparing for, right?”

Jack agrees, “Yeah, that is really depressing, but it does sound like a really smart plan given our current situation.”

I clasp my hands together. “So, it’s settled. Tomorrow we go out and amass supplies, then bring everything we possibly can carry back to your farm.” The mention of the farm makes Jack’s fuzzy ears perk up, so I explain my reasoning. “Look, I have neighbors by me, hanging out around here looking like this is a bad idea. Your farm is out in the sticks though, no one will bother us out there. We can make your farm our new base of operations until we figure all this out.”

“Makes sense.” Jack taps his chin in thought. “Do you think we can get everything at Wal-Mart?”

I take a deep breath. “Well, not everything. That’s going to be good for general supplies and bulk food, but we should swing by the Farm & Fleet to get the rest of the supplies”.

I reflect for a moment, glad that we lived in Iowa and had such stores around us. Places like the Farm & Fleet are retailers built for farmers. Massive stores that sell tractor parts, chains, guns, ammunition, heavy tools, hell even cattle feed and health care supplies for farm animals. It’s the perfect spot to top off our survival list. I snap my fingers and look up at Jack. “Oh, and we also need to go to library! I wanna check out some books and get any info on—.”

Jack’s laughter cut me off, “A library? You think books can help us here? Haha, I didn’t know Kafka’s Metamorphosis is a self-help book. Oh, while we’re there we can check out the award winning Tuning into a Pony: For Dummies!”

“—I was going to say we could get veterinary texts. Guide to equine anatomy, info on horse diets, books on animal health, diseases of horses, etc.” I smirk at how quickly the names of those books suppress Jack’s laughter.

Jack stares straight ahead, still trying to process the fact that veterinary texts may soon apply to him. He swallows hard “You, you really think this is going to go that far? Are we, for lack of a better term, ‘going all the way’?”

I rub my forehead “I don’t know. I mean, we grew tails and manes like it was nothing. I really don’t know what’s possible or impossible anymore. But, like I said, we gotta plan for the long term. Since we have absolutely no idea what is causing this or how to stop it, all we can do is damage control. You know, ‘hope for the best, but plan for the worst’. At least we are lucky that you live on a farm. It’s the perfect location, hell, if the unthinkable happens and we actually turn into bonafide ponies...” I trail off.

Jack grimaces. “Well, then being on a farm is better than being stuck in the city. Jesus that’s a scary thought.”

I try to lighten the mood and start to joke around, “And hey, your farm is equipped for horses! Perfect! In five days Evan will get home to find us fully transformed. Not knowing who we are anymore, he’ll treat us like regular 'ol horses. Then we can each get a stable and spend the rest of our lives living as feral beasts of burden while—.”

I get cut off as Jack's fist flies and punches me in the shoulder, hard. “Don’t you even fucking joke about something like that happening to us! God damn it!” Jack’s breathing quickens and I see his arms shaking.

I hold up up my hands. “Whoa, sorry, sorry, I was just kidding. Probably not the best joke to make right now, sorry.” I rest my arm on his shoulder.

Jack takes a few deep breaths. “Don’t joke about that dude, the nightmare has been hanging over this whole thing for me. Evan and I work with wild horses everyday. Knowing that I might be turning into one is nothing short of fucking terrifying.”

I grab my tail and hold it up for him to see. “Jack, horses don’t have tails like this.” I try to give a reassuring smile. “We’re not going to be feral horses. If we’re changing into anything, it’s going to be colorful cartoon ponies.”

He laughs slightly at the insanity of our dialog, “Right, well, that’s much better I suppose.”

I grin. “It’s so much better! Just imagine Evan’s face when he comes home and finds two ponies in his living room, watching MLP and debating which season has the best songs!”

Jack’s eyebrows raise. “Evan is actually a valid concern. Pretty sure he would notice two ponies building a survival bunker in the middle of our corn crop.”

“Well, Jack, I wasn’t planning on building a bunker. I was hoping to just live in your house. You know, with Evan’s blessing.”

Jack buries his face in his hands. “Evan fucking hates ponies, why would he help us?”

I gave Jack a playful shove on the shoulder to cheer him up. “Well, I would hope he changes his mind about ponies when one of them is his brother.”

“Heh, you underestimate Evan’s hatred for ponies,” Jack says through a smile. “In any case, he’s out of town for the next five days anyway. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

We start walking back towards the kitchen. Jack trails me, and I can’t help but notice him staring at my tail the entire time. I abruptly stop walking, and Jack is so distracted he walks right into my back. “You know Jack, it’s not polite to stare,” I snicker. “And actually, where is your tail? Why are you hiding it in your pants? You gotta let that thing breathe man.”

“Yeah, well, maybe some of us aren’t as comfortable seeing horse anatomy coming off of our body. Why are you so intent on having your's out in the open?”

I stick out my tongue. “Because then I can do this.” I flick my tail to the side and send it flying up, smacking Jack right in the face. “Haha, oh god, that went so much better than expected!”

Jack jumps back an inch and immediately starts wiping his face with his hands. “Ah, dude, gross. I had my mouth open! Urgh, it smells like horse.”

I’m still laughing. “Are you sure? I figure it would smell like gumdrops and rainbows. Emphasis on the rainbows.”

Jack is not amused, and pulls a thin stand of blue hair out of his mouth “Nope, definitely horse. Trust me, I get enough of that smell when I’m at the farm.”

He rubs his forehead. “Urgh, speaking of the farm, what time is it? I forgot how long I was napping for.” Jack groans, “Urgh, I gotta get home, like, right now.”

“Something wrong?”

“Nah, it’s just that with Evan out of town I’m supposed to be watching over the animals. Gotta give them feed and so on; I was supposed to do it an hour ago.” Jack heads for the door and starts putting on his shoes.

This is unfortunate, we have serious planning we need to do. It will be hard to deal with our current situation when we are 20 miles apart. Only one solution really. “Jack, hold up, I’m coming with you.”

The farm is actually pretty impressive. Regrettably, it’s been a good two years since I’ve been here. I guess Jack simply prefers to come over to my place because it’s closer to town.

In any case, Jack is in the middle of giving me grand tour of his place. It is a bit unnerving to be in the horse stables though. Being in presence of actual horses, while having bits of their anatomy, just feels really weird. Sure, cartoon ponies and wild horses are not the same, but it’s close enough to freak me out a bit.

“...and in this half of the barn we keep the mares and foals. We like to keep the newborns with their mothers for the first season. Naturally, we keep the stallions on the other side of the barn, only bringing them together during the breeding sessions.”

I poke him in the ribs as we walk. “And then what, do you pull up a chair and watch the show? Most places would charge to watch that kind of action”.

Jack is not amused. “Dude, that’s disgusting. This isn’t like the cutesy clop you see on your websites. The real thing is not something you wanna observe.”

I roll my eyes, man, this guy could not take a joke today. Jack eyes me suspiciously. “Remind me not to leave you alone with any of my mares. Especially as the days pass on and you start thinking of them as the same species. Urgh.”

I actually take offense to that, “Oh, haha, very funny. And besides, what do you mean don’t let me near the mares if I change more? What? You do realize Dash and AJ are female, right?” I raise my eyebrows as a sort of ‘hint, hint’ at what I’m referring to. I didn’t want to say the words out loud, but I’m pretty sure that if this transformation went all the way, it would eventually involve gender.

Jack dismisses my suggestion faster than a fat man turning down a salad. “Yes, I know their genders, but I also know our genders. I’m not switching, thank you very much. Besides, Applejack and Dash are just some cartoon characters with arbitrarily chosen genders. I mean, whatever is causing these changes doesn’t have to follow the textbook description of them. That wouldn’t make any sense.”

I laugh, “Oh and giving us tails and horse ears makes a lot of sense? And bright rainbow colored hair? How can you dismiss the gender issue here? Hell, I would say it’s easier to change a guy’s gender than, oh I don’t know, making him grow a horse tail?”

Jack rolls his eyes and we approach the stables for the stallions. Jack pets one of them on the head. “Dude, you can be a mare if you want, all I know is that I’m keeping my junk where it is.”

“That’s funny, didn’t know we had a say in the matter”. I reply, surprised at Jack’s resistance to the very suggestion of what we could be dealing with.

“Well, I guess we don’t, but I’m telling you man, I’m not giving up my manhood without a fight. I’m male and I plan to keep it that way.” Jack walks down to another stallion and I start to follow him.

“Well good to know you’re willing to fight— Gah!” I abruptly stop walking as I’m pulled backwards a few inches by some unyielding force. Realizing I’m caught on something, I turn to see what it is. “Hey, Jack, hold up! I got caught on… oh.”

The stallion we were walking past has my tail in his mouth. He tugs on it gently while staring at me; he really doesn’t seem keen on letting it go. “Bad horsey! Bad horsey!” I walk backwards and boop him on the nose. Finally, he lets go with a snort. “Urgh, I’m gonna to have to wash this thing now.“

“What did you do?” Jack arrives and is curious why I’m held up.

“Your stallion decided to bite my tail. Ew, it's all slimy now.” I frown, holding my wet tail to the side for Jack to see.

Jack stares for a second. “He, what? That horse? Chaucer? That doesn't make any sense, Chaucer never bites the tails of any of the other stallions, I've only seen him do it to—.” Jack abruptly cuts himself off and I see his face grow slightly pale at a realization.

I press, “You were saying??”

He swallows hard. “Let's just say Chaucer never nibbles at stallions.” Jack’s face grew even more uneasy, and he turns away from the horses. “Nothing, it’s nothing man. Let’s just, uh, go to the house, ok?” I raise my eyebrows but don’t protest; we do have a lot of planning to get done tonight.

Four hours (and a shower) later and I'm laying down on the guest bed. This has been, by far, the strangest day I have had in awhile. Hair changing, the tail, the ears, then sitting down and going over a supply list for the apocalypse. I mean really, what ever happened to sitting at home calmly and just watching a movie?

I can’t sleep though. We are going to have an even busier day tomorrow, and that’s a best case scenario. Some pretty big changes have happened to us in the past 12 hours, how much worse is this going to get? What if we wake up covered in fur or something? We would have to cancel our supply trip and we would be stuck here on the farm with no supplies. Or, what if we do manage to get our supplies, but then Evan shows on Friday and kicks us off his land? And what if we can’t stop this transformation? What if we can’t reverse it? How far will it go?

I shiver and pull my tail across my chest, holding it tight like a security blanket. It gives my troubled mind some comfort. Sure I don’t know what going on or what’s happening to us, but at least I have my tail. Sure Jack says it smells like horse hair, but I don’t care, it’s part of me now. I run my fingers through it until I finally succumb to the sweet embrace of sleep.

Fuck, I need to pee. I open my eyes, it’s pitch black outside. My hand fumbles over the nightstand to grab my phone to check the time: 4:15am. I rub my neck and sit up in bed, trying to remember where the bathroom is in this house. I groggily stand up and make my way into the hallway. My mind ponders if our bodies changed any more as I enter the bathroom. It’s a strange thought to have. Knowing that part of your body might have drastically changed and you are might not be aware of it yet.

There is a dim night light in the bathroom, so I avoid turning on the florescent lights in order to save my eyes the pain. Besides, I can still see pretty well in this light, enough to make out the toilet anyway. I pause in front of the sink and squint at my reflection, actually surprised to see that nothing else has changed as far as I can see. No fur, and no pony muzzle on my face. That’s a relief. No new changes is good, hopefully that lasts through morning.

My bladder reminds me of why I woke up. I turn to the toilet, lift the lid, drop my pants, then wait a few seconds for the stream to flow... and then promptly piss all over the floor. Gah! What the hell, hold on a second. I force myself to stop pissing and reach back and turn on the light switch. What the hell is going on here, why did I piss all over the, oh. Oh.

Where once my penis stood, there was a vagina. And not just a subtle slit or mound, but a fully developed, leathery, large equine one. I closed my eyes and started banging my head softly on the wall. “Fuck me...” Wait, wait, oh god, poor choice of words! Let me try that again:

“Fffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk!”

I don’t know how long I stood there with my eyes closed. I don’t want to look back down. The tail, the ears, I can deal with those. But this? How the fuck do I deal with waking up as the wrong sex? I know gender is a social construct, but personally I don't think I'll be able to ignore the fact that this is between my legs. Everything from the clothing I am supposed to wear, to the pronoun people will use to refer to me. It probably all has to change now. Just like that.

After some time, I realize I still have to finish urinating, so I reluctantly open my eyes and look back down. Those female genitals are still there. I sigh and quietly mumble into the dark. "Well, can't really refer to it as 'those female genitals.' It's my female genitals. My cunt. My pussy. My snatch. My vagina..." I rub my forehead. How do I do the urination thing with one of these anyway? I clumsily hold my tail off the side and sit on the bowl to urinate, feeling a bit gross as I do so. Curiosity does eventually get the better of me, so once I finish urinating I spread my legs and look down. Soon my head is only a foot or so away from my new nethers.

“God damn that’s creepy,” I mumble to myself. Any other time in my life, I would have been extremely turned on being this close to the female sex. But this is not any other time. Seeing it on my own body is something else entirely, and so is the fact that it is so clearly equine. It's frighteningly identical to the genitals of the farm mares that we passed by earlier in the day. Still though, as unsettling and gag inducing as this vagina is, since I had clopped to so much MLP porn over the years, my mind was currently at war with itself over countless conflicting emotions. 'Thinking of it as Dash's pussy is turning me on. Just kill yourself now. Holy fuck this is hot! I'm going to actually vomit. I wonder if I can make it wink? Oh god, it even fucking smells like horse! It looks huge, wonder if I could fit my whole arm in there? How could I have ever clopped to the idea of licking one of these?! Genuine pony pussy, wonder how it would taste?'

I am trying to decide which thought was the creepiest, until all those challengers immediately lost that contest to the sudden intrusive thought that made the hair on my neck stand up. “You know, it’s the middle of the night, Jack is fast asleep, and there is no one else around for miles. Literally nothing is stopping you from going outside to the stables right now. You're a real mare where it counts, just imagine how good it would feel to present yourself to a stallion and let him bred your—.” Holy fucking hell brain! Stop!

“That’s enough of that for now!” I declare to no one in particular, then stop staring at my new sex and pull up my pants. My hands are shaking. “Okay brain, first off, no. Second off, NO. Thirdly, get a hold of yourself! And stop thinking of me becoming an animal! If anything, I’m becoming a fully sapient pony. As a pony, I have nothing to do with feral horses, that’s just no. I know what my sexuality is, and it's not feral horses! This transformation isn't going to change that. I will be attracted to the same thing I always have been. Not horses, but mature, strong pony stallions like Shining Armor or Big Mac.” I lick my lips at the thought, then smile, pleased with my corrected train of thought. I cross my arms in satisfaction and talk to myself. “Ha, you see brain? I am still in full control here. I am not a slave to the hormones of my new gender, I know who I’m attracted to.” I furrow my brow as I think back to what I said. “Wait, fuck you brain. Fuck you.”

I go back to bed, but I can’t fall asleep. Every time I move my legs, I can feel my new folds rubbing against each other. Ah, it feels so creepy! No matter what position I lay down in, I can still feel these new sensations coming from down below.

I should clop, floats across my mind. I’m not sure what to think about it. Is that really a good idea? How would I even do that now? It would be disgusting, right? But what would it even feel like? Don’t girls orgasm harder than guys?

Another half an hour passes as I debate the issue in my mind. I realize I still can’t fall asleep and decide to just abandon that quest. I mean, it’s almost 6am, there is no sense in going to sleep now. But that leaves me with nothing else to do in this bed. Well, except, well, that.

Ah, fuck this! I’m going to do this sooner or later, so let’s do it now. I toss the covers off of me, remove my pants, and look down at my wet vulva. I clopped to images like this a thousand times, but seeing it on me? Eww, I really don’t wanna touch the thing. I mean hell, it practically looks like it would give me a disease. Well, my mind was already made up though, right?

I can’t do it while looking at it though, that too creepy. I decide to close my eyes and look away, then gingerly lower my hand slowly until I make contact. I raise my eyebrows, wow, that’s really warm. I feel around the entire area slowly, trying to figure out how this was going to work. After trying a few different spots, I think I have a feel for where the sensitive areas are. I take a deep breath and I start rubbing in one particular spot.

A strange pleasure starts to radiate across my pelvis. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. My mind goes sort of blank as I continued to massage myself down there. I’m not really sure what to think about, and I’m not so sure I want to think about clop. I have no idea what gender (or species) will turn me on anymore. Am I mentally ready to find that out? I mean, I already figure I probably have a thing for stallions, I guess that made sense. I’m not sure I want to follow that train of thought though. I just found out I’m female, and I’m rubbing my pussy. This is bizarre enough without thinking about males and discovering how much they turn me on.

Well, let’s just assume stallions do. What about the other gender? And what about humans? Did women still turn me on? What will? I swallow hard. I can tell my thoughts are about to spiral out of control, and I know I can’t stop them anymore. In the next minute or so I’m probably going to learn what I’m sexually attracted to, then I will orgasm to it, and then I will have to live with that knowledge forever. I start rubbing myself faster, damn, this does feel really good. I already don’t want it to end and I’ve barely gotten started. Well, I’m already masturbating as a girl, let’s get this over with. Time to let’s see what turns me on.

First step, human females. I think of topless human women and lesbians making out. “Bleh, disgusting,” I say with a frown. I realize I have no interest in them, thinking about naked women just feels wrong. “Well, that’s disappointing,” I mumble, but continue to finger fuck myself.

I continue my search to find what turned me on, “Okay what about... human males?” I ask myself. Thoughts of random guys filled my head, and thankfully that does even less for me than the girls did. Alright, well, I’m done with humans, and I can officially I no longer attracted to any Homo sapiens. That’s a bit strange to think about. Anyway, two options left, mares and stallions.

It is getting hard to lay still at this point, I had to be right on the edge of orgasm. Well, let’s hope I can finish with the first option, mares. Okay, the moment of truth, I hope this one works. If this fails, I’m going to be stuck clopping to horse dick for the rest of my life. Yikes. Alright here we go, I fill my mind with images of female pony clop, let’s see if it does the tric—.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I pause my masturbation for a second to figure out what the noise is. Oh, it’s just the alarm clock in the other room. Meh, that just means Jack is waking up. Whatever, doesn’t affect me, I can still finish masturbating.

I lower my hand back down onto my moist slit, enjoying the feeling in earnest now. It no longer feels disgusting or alien to me, this just feels so sensual and pleasant. Damn, I can’t believe I almost turned down this opportunity to clop! Okay, so where were we? Wait, wait. Hold on a second. Jack just woke up!

I remove my hand from my groin and sit up in bed. The thought of Jack being awake sends adrenaline through my veins. I talk through the problem. “If Jack is awake, then he’s about to find out his body has something new. Or rather, his body lost something.” I look down at my new equine sex and chew on my lip for a moment. Damn, it’s still weird to see a wet pussy between my legs, especially after 25 years of seeing a penis there.

I stare at my new sex for a few more seconds then shrug. Well, I’m a girl now. I’ve been through worse before, right? The more I stare at it, the less strange it feels to have a pussy. I guess it’s sort of like how I felt when I got my tail. It’s a bit jarring at first, but then I get used it and can’t imagine it any other way. I scratch my neck while still staring at my new marehood. “You know, all things considered, I feel I am taking this all pretty well.”

Jack on the other hand doesn’t seem as comfortable with any of his equine anatomy, and he seems pretty hell bent on defending his manhood. Well, either way, he’s going to find out he’s a mare in a few minutes. This should be an interesting morning.