I used to win races.
I could never turn as tightly as Rainbow Dash, though, and last year I really tried, but crashed into the racecourse’s final gate. Since then, I’d see every gate twice, wouldn’t know which to aim for, and penalties for nicking one with a hoof or wing add up fast. I never won again.
On the wall, Mommy hung up the invitation I got to Wonderbolts Camp. They’re only sent to winners, but we couldn’t afford it, so Mommy saved up and said next year…
But it is next year, I’m not a winner, and I can’t fly like that now. If only I could steer by sound, like a batpony.
My door opens. “Derpy, almost time for you to job-shadow our mailpony for your school project,” Mom says. She smiles. “The mail needs dedicated flyers, too.”
I bet I could deliver it faster than anypony.