Applejack was attending this funeral too. It was only right: paying respects to the fine fella she'd played in the mud with on one perfect afternoon. Anypony who could do that was all right in her mind.

She could understand crying. She could understand screaming. She could totally understand hitting things! Applejack almost wanted to do all three. But this reaction was entirely new to her. Maybe the strange purple-haired woman knew something she didn't.

"...what's all that for?"