        Octavia shifted her weight uneasily.  It could have been written by a foal.  She didn’t think Lyra had any, but she wasn’t sure, and it was hardly her place to ask Twilight.  In a rural town like Ponyville, bastard foals weren’t uncommon, and they were often enough raised by rump herds—usually a pair or trio of unattached mares—a practice which had fallen out of favor in Canterlot, where lineage mattered.  If Lyra had a foal—and if it had written the note—it would not be her place to remove it.  On the other hoof, if somepony else had written the note—somepony like the hyperactive baker—it could only shed a poor light on their society.