It was a quiet enough place to sulk, as with the sun going down, most of the creatures who'd been playing and socializing had already gone home. There were some stragglers--a pony leaving with her two young mule foals, one of whom was asleep on her back while the other followed behind, occasionally yawning, and an elderly pony couple walking together in the other direction were the ones she could spot from her seat--but none of them paid any mind to her stewing in her mortification.