When the hoof-stomps had died down, Mayor Mare smiled brightly. She scanned the audience, not surprised to see that nearly everyone in town was present. Not just ponies, either: two cows were watching from under a tree, Cranky and Matilda were between Mr. Greenhooves and Mr. Wattles, and at the very back of the crowd, a griffon she didn't recognize was staring over the crowd. The griffon, she noticed, had a vacant space around it; no doubt her ponies remembered Gilda.