Fleetfoot: We are gathered here today-
High Winds: *sobs*
Fleetfoot: To honor the life-
Soarin: And death.
Surprise: *sobs harder*
Soarin: Of Blue, someone who meant much to us all. He was family. A victim of...uh...
Misty Fly: *sobs some more*
Spitfire: This is pathetic. I'm going to my room.
Silver Lining comforting Misty Fly: Don't be so rude! This is a funeral!
Blaze: For a fish.
Fleetfoot: SShut up. All of you. SSoarin, sstart the mussic again.
Soarin: Sure thing.
Fleetfoot: Blue wass only 3 weekss old when he wass tragically taken from uss.High Winds, Surprise and Misty Fly: *wails*
