Donny was a good bowler, and a good stallion.
He was one of us. He was a colt who loved the outdoors and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southwestern Equestria, from Las Pezuas to San Caballo, and up to Los Burros.
He died, like so many young colts of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Celestia, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young colts at Saint Cheval, at Pferdwald, at Alt Griffonstein. These young colts gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Hippotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Ponycific Ocean, which you loved so well.
Good Night, Sweet Prince
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