In Minuette’s life – and in the life of everypony – there are many seasons. There is a time to laugh, and a time to sing. There is a time to dance, and a time to mourn. This day – this hour – was the season of mourning.

Minuette knew that there was nopony else who shared her grief. In all of Canterlot there was probably nopony who even understood it. Minuette had many friends, but some sorrows cannot be shared. Some griefs of the heart are private and cannot be entered into by others. Sometimes there is simply nothing you can do but face what is coming.

So Minuette did the only thing she could do: she went into the woods to mourn.