The crowd proves to be gathering in front of a podium, behind which is a tan mare with a gray mane and gold reading glasses. (Don't ask how they stay up. They just do.)

"Fillies and gentlecolts! As mayor of Ponyville, it is my honor and privilege to welcome you all to this year's Lunastice celebration."

There's some cheering , and drumming of forehooves against the ground in lieu of clapping.