Seven mares stood in a loose semi-circle at the foot of the bed. Zecora lay upon it, a tired smile on her face. Beside her slept a tiny filly. Her coat was pure white, with light pink, grey-outlined stripes running down her body, her short mane flame red with black and white streaks. She snuggled in closer to Zecora and Macintosh smiled proudly from where he stood beside his wife. The faces of the mares before him  — Granny, his sister Applejack  and her five closest friends — were all aglow with joy and pride, and there wasn't a dry eye among them.