The white Pegasus up on the judging panel swallowed a yawn and hiccuped, earning a glare from his flame-haired commander. This competition was supposed to be about spotting future talent, it was supposed to be about the stand-outs and the brilliant. But this year the most impressive trick so far was a pony doing a couple of consecutive barrel-rolls. He'd once done that while drinking a glass of water.
The Wonderbolt lost his battle to keep back the yawn, and promptly got kicked by Spitfire. The hot tempered pony glared at him, and then turned back to the competition. Soarin' knew what the glare meant. It meant "I know this is boring; but I will kick your tail if you don't pay attention!" After many years of friendship with Spitfire, from when they were both foals, to their disastrous attempt to date, all the way to when Spitfire got promoted to captain, Soarin could tell exactly what she meant with each dangerous glance.
Finally, the last competitor. Or rather, the last two competitors