The whole team got together at half-time and painted you up like the awesomest griffon ever. The game resumed, and off you flew to buddy up with the enemy and bring back super-valuable intel. The fate of the summer flight camp rested in your hooves! From the moment you crossed into griffon territory, visions flew through your mind of the praise and accolades you would win from everypony at the camp!

...okay, yeah, the griffons figured out who you were in no time and stuck you in jail for the remainder of the game. You still say it'd have worked if your stupid teammates had remembered to give you a beak. Anyway, you did get to meet Gilda that day, so spying's cool.

What were you doing again? Right, going to Applejack's.