Nobody ever asked where the black Nubian, SenenAnep got his shetland pony, but he had it. The woman on the via Appia screamed as he galloped by on Francis. And many people understood why. The Nubian was over six foot tall, lanky and dark skinned on an itsy bitsy pony. It looked, well, rather freakish. He would have tied his pony by rope to the post near the Bent Phalic, but he was afraid he would get arrested for hanging a pony... it was just too short. So instead, Sen galloped into the bar, hopped off (more like stood up) the pony and asked if anybody had seen Barnabas, the Amazing Woomf.

The lady at the bar shook her head. The little man near her leg shook his leg, and the bartender scrubbing the floor looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Barnabas is the most rootin' tootin' pony rider this side of the Seven Seas, and I was hoping he might come here first."

"Nope," Quintus Cinna said. "I'm afraid not."

SenenAnep waved him off, straightened his own Egyptian wig (it was tipped to the side), and asked if anybody could get him a glass of goat milk. With this order finished, he smiled at the educated woman. "Hey," he said. She said "hey" back.

Things were looking good.