[i]Da da, da da, da dum.[/i]

The little spinning pegasus stopped with the music. Her eyes were as peaceful as always, her mane as pretty as always. She was beautiful. I closed the lid and she went to sleep.

I don't know the words. Daddy never told me. That's all right, though. He said one day I'd be beautiful, like her.

Aunt Boe ran into my room and threw some things into a sack.

“Get your shit, kid. We gotta bail.”

“Where're we going?”

“Matriarch's. It's a privilege. Keep your chin up. Pay your respects.”