I walked solemnly into the graveyard, my black cloak tied around me tightly, as it was a cold and rainy day. I knew where I was going so well and has been there so many times that I could walk there with my eyes closed. I couldn't tell whether I was crying, of if it was just the rain hitting my face. Every step on the cobblestone floor brought me closer and closet to them, but not close enough. I reached the five gravestones arranged neatly in a row and felt the internal pain that I had been feeling for the past year.. I sat down on the floor, laid out my picnic blanket, and set out six places. On each place I put the favourite food of the corresponding pony. I lifted up my cupcake but didn't take a bite. It's impolite to start eating before everyone else does. We all have to eat at the same time. I trotted to the first gravestone which was decorated with three apples. "Hi Applejack. Is applebuck season going better this year? I heard that you have more apples than ever before! Is Apple Bloom okay?"
