The clouds hung dark in the sky, blotting out the sun. The wind blew softly in lament, a grave dug and open, ready to claim the lost soul which had passed on. Sunny sat quietly, tears brimming her eyes.
"We are here to mourn the loss of our beloved Argyle Starshine," the priest began. "He was a loving father and caring stallion that none could surpass. May we have his spirit in our hearts as we keep his legacy close."

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