Originally Posted by Eli Jarod

"You stay away from ME, you're the snakefaced FREAK!" he said as the stick pony continued to buck, wobble and weave. He wasn't going to go anywhere near that she-snake, he swore to himself.

The stick pony had other ideas.

Apparently mispronouncing his incantation as 'wingardium lemmingosa' had done something weird to the spell, and the horse began acting... well, like a lemming! It began to follow every last move of Marie's flight path as though the pony was chasing hers. Combined with the bucking and jerking, Eli's stick pony (and Eli himself) kept nudging into her and bumping her again and again.

Bump! Crash! Bam! It was out of control! The head of Eli's pony knocked into her, then zoomed forward a little and slammed him into her right side.

Greaaaat. She was going to kill him.

And then, to make matters worse, the other she-snake had popped one of the balloons right above him. It splattered down onto his purple head like the world's biggest splat of bird guano, coating him liberally in white shaving foam and obscuring his vision.

"Ugh!" he cried out, letting the reins of his stick-pony go with one hand to wipe the foam from his face with his sleeve. "You did that on PURPOSE, you--"

The insult was lost as he ran headlong into a flurry of feathers. They got into his mouth and he spat them out, disgusted by the flavor of feather and foam.

BAM! He crashed into Marie again, this time right into her backside.

Dead boy. He was a dead boy.