"Well, because it would make it easier for us. Come on. Give these foals some help."

Lightining groaned as she got to work trying to help.

Lightning was assisting one foal now. The foal was whining. “Can you please help? I cannot stop hitting the ground!” She levitated herself and started attempting to fly forward but it was instead at a slightly downward angle and she ended up sliding against the floor.

She rolled her eyes. “Try adjusting your angle.” She suggested as she wasn’t a good teacher.

“What do you mean by ‘angle’” the filly asked. Her low vocabulary is making this difficult.

She sighed as she moved his head to be facing upwards. “Fly this way.”

The foal tilted herself a little bit upward. Now, instead of moving parallel to the ground or downward, she is slowly increasing her altitude. “Well, at least I am not falling.” She said. But in saying that, she lost her focus and stopped flapping properly and fell to the floor.

“Yeah, now you just have to keep concentrating.” She said bluntly.

She tried again. This time, she kept on adjusting her angle. She is not hitting the floor, but she is moving up and down repeatedly in a wavy pattern.

She rolled her eyes. “Better than nothing.”