RAINBOW DASH speeds past a dawdling TANK. She sticks her tongue out as she goes, rolling green hills speeding past.
DASH stands on her back legs, her front legs folded in mock impatience. One of the feet on her back legs taps impatiently.
Fixed. DASH holds a book in front of her face, peering over the top of it suspiciously.
Fixed. DASH has projected several mini STORM CLOUDS above her head. Each of them rains a tiny storm around her in a circle.
What a show off.
Cut to a close up on TANK, determined.
Zoom out to reveal TANK sloooowwly idling past DASH, now fast asleep.