The trail twists up. It's steep, steep, steep,
enough to make a grown mare weep.
The Matterhoof is indifferent,
but they have made their commitment.
Six mares shall race up to the top.
Six peanuts pushed. Six mares won't stop.

((Who do you think will win? Place your bets now.))

Feel free to stick around after the race. There will be some prizes to give out and Twilight will share her thoughts at the end.

Cover art by me.