She was so stoic through the whole thing. She would do silent tears. She never once let on how bad she was.

She never woke up until we put her back in the car. She was a character. Above all, she was just a sweet personality. We're really going to miss her.

She loved to go but by the end of the first quarter, she was always asleep in her wagon.

She moves up from co-mascot. We're going to carry on the tradition.

    Oh, devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!

The flowers take the tears/ of the weeping night/ And give them to the sun/ for the day's delight.