Why Snow Harvest?

Months have passed since the funeral happened. Six feet under your friends mortal body still lay. You and your friends never was and never will be the same without Snow Harvest. Tears still happen here and there, but most of the physical mourning has stopped. Yes you still feel hurt and the faintest amount of depression, but you were used to it by now. Ponyville is a little less happy now, not as much fun stuff to do. Most days you sit staring out the window. Faraway looks cast in your friends eyes. Midnight's wonderful poems are now sad and depressing. Dazzle Flash is not as kind as she used to be. Jingle, is still boy crazy but she started wearing darker colors. And you well, don't talk much, and found a passion of art. But most art you make resembles broken hearts.

One day at lunch, Jingle broke the silence. " Do you know what today is? She asked

Darn! You forgot, seven years ago you and your close friends became what you all are today, friend though thick and thin. You call this day Friendship day. But how could have you forgotten? " Yes" you answer slowly. " Friend ship day."

"Yup" Jingle, Dazzle Flash and Midnight say in unison.