- >You would pass by the schoolyard everyday on your way to the market and the same thing was always going on.
- >A little filly would be sitting under the shade of a tree, watching the others play.
- >She has an orange coat and a purple mane. Her color scheme looked like a PB&J sandwich.
- >Each day you would pass by and notice her sitting there.
- >She looked like a sad puppy. One look into her eyes could shatter your heart into pieces.
- >This went on for weeks, each passing day causing you more grief.
- >It was unbearable to see this.
- >One sunny day, you stand beside her and kneel down to her level.
- "Hey."
- >She looks up at you, her face unchanged, not saying a word.
- "What's your name?"
- >Looking down at the ground, she begins to draw circles into the dirt with her hoof.
- "You don't talk much, do you?"
- >She lays her head down on the ground and totally disregards your existence.
- "Why aren't you over there playing with the other fillies and colts?"
- >You point towards the groups of laughing children.
- >She turns her head away and stares at the tree's root.
- >This is a lost cause, at least for now.
- "Well, I can see you're a busy pony, so I'll let you be."
- >Slowly, you begin to walk away.
- >A small voice stops you in your tracks.
- >"Wait a sec!"
- >You turn around to see the filly looking at you with the saddest expression in her eyes.
- >Crossing your legs, you take a seat next to her.
- >"My name is Scootaloo. What's yours?"
- "Anonymous, but you can just call me Anon for short," you say, cracking a smile.
- >She looks up and smiles for the first time.
- >You can feel your heart tug from the adorableness.
- >God, did it hurt.
- "How come you're not playing with the others?" you ask, pointing at the schoolyard again.
- >Her smile fades, making you want to punch yourself in face for making such a stupid mistake.
- >She lets out a disheartening sigh that could break down the toughest of men.
- >"The others don't want to play with me because I'm broken."
- >Broken?
- "What do you mean 'broken'?"
- >Tears start to swell in her eyes.
- >Oh shit, look what you did!
- >"I... can't... f-fly like the others."
- >She begins to baww as the other small pony begin to take notice.
- >You place your hand on her head and ruffle her mane a bit.
- >She stops for a moment and looks at you, tears still flowing.
- "Listen, just because you're different doesn't make you a freak or anything. Just look at me."
- >You stand up, leaning up against the tree to demonstrate your height.
- "I'm different and that doesn't stop me from hanging out with the ponies."
- >She just looks down at the ground, still sobbing.
- >"What good am I if I can't even fly? I'm just a sorry excuse for a pegasus."
- >You lean down and rub your chin.
- "Ah! I got an idea!"
- >Quickly, you sprint off to your house, leaving the poor filly confused
- >Grabbing the big duffel bag inside your closet, you head back to the lonely filly.
- >She watches as you dig into the bag and pull out...
- "A scooter!"
- >She looks at it in awe, like a child who just received a gift.
- >Which, in this case, was what was happening.
- >You pull out the helmet and slap it on her head, making sure it was securely strapped on.
- "I used to ride this thing when I was small. I did all kinds of tricks and stuff. You can pretty much fly with this thing!"
- >Her eyes widen with excitement as she jumps into your arms, giving you a tight hug.
- >"Thanks so much Anon! Hey, can you teach me how to do some tricks?"
- >You give her a nod and head out to the street.
- >Over the next few days, you teach her how to do some simple tricks.
- >She eventually developed a way to use her wings to propel her faster.
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- >A few weeks later, as you pass the schoolyard, something new catches your eyes.
- >A couple of the other children are playing with Scootaloo.
- >Her smile could melt an iceberg.
- >She takes notice of your presence and gives you a wave.
- >Waving back, you begin to head towards the market.
- >It was best not to bother her and instead let her enjoy the company of her new friends.
- >Maybe it was time you followed her example and found some friends of your own.
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