The Grand Galloping Gala, the celebration of an entire year and all its progress, the celebration of Equestria and especially Canterlot. It's, ironically enough, rather unappreciated by both of the Princesses, although in differing ways. One of them finds herself coping with it in a rather fitting manner, and a certain someone else finds her in the act.

A (very) short story about two horses looking at twinkly things. What did you expect?