Clyde Pie loved his family, but when his wife died of old age, he knew it was time. He would tell her daughter Pinkie Pie of the news and she would know it was time to do her duty. Tradition always came first to the Pies and they weren’t going to let any modern hootenanny get in the way. She had her fun, but had to return home to continue the Rock Farming lineage. Clyde took pride with his daughter and his work. The belly was nice and big, a strong male colt was definitely in her womb. Pinkie pie would rub her betrothed in comfort, no pony would understand her family values. No pony would “get” that she had to do this.
 
And think of all the birthday parties she was going to have! Until he was old enough to be loved again and again till she was pregnant once more, the cycle of love and hard work would flourish all over again.
 
There is nothing that compares to tradition.