Spindly legs strike out with each stride, the excitement vibrates through out his body. He could hear the voice of the blue colt behind him, but he did not slow. It was probably a trick, to get him to stop, and then he would be tagged. Bjorn pulls up to a springy step at the edge of the clearing. His hooves dance beneath him, his little nostrils quivering with each rushed breath. As his hooves ceased their dancing, he watches in wonder as the colt begins to trot around him. Fuzzy ears flick atop his raised crown, as the colt circles him. His blue eyes follow him, until he circles around behind, then they find the colt once again. He begins to jeer about his dad was taller and faster. A snort rips from his dark nostrils, "Your dad's only the little pony king" "Yea, my daddy is the Pony King. He is short, but I bet he is fast too!"

Björn rears up on to his hind legs, his hooves strike out, as the colt stands in front of him. "I bet your daddy, would lose in a race against my daddy." The smug look on the Björn's face said it all. "I won't need a head start, I'll make you eat your words." His words also confident, as he puffs out his chest. This colt would regret what he said about his daddy.

He takes a step towards the larger colt, his chest still puffed. A light breeze ruffles the ebony mane that spikes out from his neck. His spindly legs begin to dance once again, the excitement vibrates through out his fuzzy grulla body. He had a point to prove, that just because you were taller; didn't make you faster. Ears flick to and fro, until he buries them against his neck. His crystal blue eyes, scan the meadow before him.