P.B. gasped for breath as he chased the mare.  She entered the woods at the "border" that Burdock taught P.B. about.  He said to never, EVER, cross it!  But... the mare....  P.B. felt like there was something pulling him towards the forest.  He couldn't stop himself, and whooshed past the border.  Suddenly, a jolt went through his hooves, freezing himself in place.  P.B. checked himself quickly.  The only difference he saw was that he looked.. cleaner.  Shrugging, he looked back up and looked for the mare.  He saw her peeking from behind a tree.  P.B. slowly trotted up to her, and luckily, she didn't run.  

"H-hello?" he coughed, "Who are you?..."

"Mane... I'm Mane." she said her eyes twinkling, "You followed me."

P.B. flinched.  "Was I... not supposed to?" He asked awkwardly.  Flicking his tail, he stared into Mane's unblinking eyes.  Getting a closer look at her, she looked beautiful!  She had a light brown coat and a midnight black mane.  Her violet eyes twinkled in the sunlight.

"Actually, you were kinda supposed to." she said, her tone softening.  P.B. grinned.

"Wait, you said I was a Major... What's that supposed to mean?" Mane shook her head.

"Let's go somewhere else.  Then we may talk."

P.B. shrugged once more and followed Mane  into who knows where.