A crisp layer of leaves blankets Sweet Apple Acres in a collage of red and gold. High above, a lone dandelion seed glides past the disrobing tree limbs. It descends past the lowest branches, meanders through the tree trunks, and lands atop the nose of a sleeping yellow filly with ribbons through her cherry red mane.

The filly rouses from her slumber, squinting in the warm afternoon sun. Her closed eyes see a lingering image, a memory, or maybe a dream, but she's interrupted; the dandelion seed tickles her nostril, she sneezes, and the vision vanishes for good.