[ WP ] Henry Ford asked his customers what they wanted , they demanded faster horses , and so it was .

The buzz of showroom floor fell into utter silence. Everyone drew and held collective breath with such coordination that my ears popped. The only sound in the entire place was the tip-tapping of the presenter ’ s stilettos and the flick of the tails of the *Ford Malopolski* performance horses behind me. 
 
 Ten minutes ago we ’ d been gawking at the new *Mitsubishi Misakis*. The new iridescent coats and photophores along the flanks and bellies had gone over smashingly, though I ’ ll admit I was more interested in the new, high-friction hooves *Mitsubishi* had spliced into them. 
 
 “ And now, the announcement you ’ ve all been waiting for! ” The presenter said, gripping the sheet that covered the absolutely massive horse trailer. 
 
 Everyone craned and peered. I was glad that I was tall and could see over all of them. I ’ ll admit, I was infected by the excitement as well. How could I not be? *General Mustangs* had been nailing it at every convention for the past decade. Last year they had unveiled an all new line up of elevated-saddle workhorses, and there were murmurs that this year they were pushing splicing to the limits to release an entirely unprecedented horse, something with speed, style, & strength. 
 
 `` Now unveiling, the Sleipnir!'' 
 
 She yanked the sheet down and the giant beast stepped out, its eight hooves thundering on the stage. 
 
 Edit: Proofing.
