Prince Blueblood stopped, transfixed by the vision before him.
''My word,'' he breathed. ''Never have I seen a pony so magnificent, so beautiful!'' He took a trembling step closer. ''Could it be? Have I finally found the pony meant for me?''
Behind him, his personal valet let out a long-suffering sigh. A nearby maid, who had long since given up on dusting, glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
''Does this happen often?'' she asked.
''Every time he sees a mirror,'' the valet replied.
''Take me, I'm yours!'' Blueblood cried over the sound of breaking glass.