The Story of Two Scoots

   I woke up Sunday morning to the sound of tiny huffs of breathing. I looked down and saw my little ponies. Scoots was still curled up under my arm, and Hoofy, or Hoof, was sleeping carelessly by my knees. I tried to slide out of bed without disturbing them, but I hadn't noticed Scoots's head was resting on my arm, and that caused Scoots to be dragged from the bed and land on the floor with a loud thud and I tiny pained squeal. Scoots looked around to notice she was on the floor with a case of dizzy vision. Hoof made a little "Hmm?" sound, confused by his awakening of a loud slam sound. Scoots looked up at me, and her lip began to quiver. She made a tiny squeak of sadness and ran under the bed." Scoots? Scoots! No, I won't hurt you! Come on out." She must have thought I had pushed her or hurt her on purpose. I ended up reaching under, grabbing her by her front hoof, and dragging her out. I raised her to my eye level. "I won't hurt you, okay? You girls stay here. Daddy has to go to work." I gave Scoots a little kiss, set her down on the bed and walked to the front door to leave. Then it hit me. Daddy. I was like their father. They were like my children. I never had a child, or even a little brother or sister. All I ever had was a few friends, parents, and 2 drunk girlfriends. I shrugged the thought of and locked my door, so the fillies didn't escape and hurt themselves in traffic or wander into a bar where they could be killed or raped.

I returned from work at 6:42." Hello? Scoots? Hoof? Anyone?" I walked into my bedroom and saw the fillies laying on the floor moaning." Shit, I forgot to feed them." I carried both of them under my arms to the kitchen, ad cooked some Ramen noodles. I don't think horses are supposed to eat ramen noodles, but I was low on money, and I already feed them noodles yesterday. Both ponies dived into their noodles whe they had the chance, covering their orange fur and purple hair in long, stringy noodles and wetted their coats with green broth. Right when Scoots finished, she stunbled over to me and gave me a small lick on the cheek. Hoof trotted over and gently rubbed against my leg. Hoof didn't seem as okay with the situation as Scoots did, Scoots being as happy as a clam, not knowing of the bad things that could happen to her. Then she did something I never really saw from her. She expanded out two tiny feathery wing-like appendages, flapped them very fast up and down, and hovered an inch off the ground." Wow! Good job scoots!" Scootaloo in the My Little Pony show couldn't fly, so this was pretty much spot n with the show. Maybe I could buy her a scooter. Hoof seemed pretty much exactly like Scootaloo, so maybe I should buy a scooter for her too. Wow, now I'm REALLY thinking like a dad.

   I've now started speech lessons with the fillies. They do respond to their names, but I figured I should at least teach one how to talk. I've found a new purpose in my life. A new direction. Scoots and Hoof.

   It's been two weeks since I found my little ponies. Hoof is adventurous but cautious around me, as if he still didn't trust me. Scoots was always happy as a clam and adventurous too, but didn't wander too far from my sight. Scoots is learning English easier than Hoof. Scoots knows colors and animals and food, but isn't too full sentences, and Hoof barely says a word except saying 'Hoof,' 'Scoot,' and ' Dawdy.' Finding those fillies must have been my good luck charm, because I earned a cash promotion and a 20$ in the street. Scoot and Hoof sometimes complain about not being able to go outside. I have a hard time trying to tell them that, in the easy way, they aren't normal, or the hard way, that they were brightly colored tv characters from a different dimension. Apparently Hoof's curiosity got the better of him.

   "Hoof? Where are you? Hoof! Don't hide from me again! We can play, just show me where your hiding!" I tore through my house looking for the lost pony. I saw out of the corner of my eyes, the front door. Open. What if someone found her? What would happen to her? I busted out of the house. The sun began to set, and I knew it would be hard to find a tiny pony in the darkness. I stayed quiet and listened to hear a small squeak. I looked to my left to see the small forest aside my house. I sprinted to the forest. Scoots tried to follow, but I yelled out to her to stay inside. About 6 yards from the forest entrance there was a small prickly bush. Inside was a pony. My pony. "Bad pony, bad pony! You know not to leave the house! You had me worried!" I grabbed her pokey mane and hit her on the nose a few times. There were prickles in her coat and she was bleeding lightly in areas. I carried the whimpering pony to my house, slammed the door, and tossed the pony on the floor. Hoof started to shake. "Hoof..." Hoof's lip began quivering and eyes growing wide. "Hoof...I'm sorry..." Hoof ran to the closet crying her eyes out. Oh and by the way, I gave them the choice to sleep in the closet just so they felt they had their own room, but Scoots still comes too my room, and Hoof when she has a nightmare. I turned to Scoots, and she must have been scared of me, because she lowered her head and walked to the closet. I went right to bed that night, knowing of the terrible thing I had done. How should she know what would happen if she goes outside? I'm a monster.

It took a few days for Scoot to get over what happened, but Hoof sayed sullen for about a week. I try talking to her, but she just turns her head and says nothing. But Hoof eventually for over it, and life was back to normal. Well, as normal as having two orange furred winged ponies. Scoot can't fly, but can keep height at around one to three inches, so I tell her to keep up the good work and give her a hug. Hoof hasn't tried to fly, maybe she isn't as confident or doesn't think she can. I decided too go out and buy the ponies some toys. I went to the store and, for some reason, went to the pet aisle. Oh no. I think of them as pets. Are they just pets? Should I give them real human toys? I go to the toy aisle and see a rainbow dash figureen. Maybe they'll instantly like it. I returned home with two Rainbow Dash dolls. Scoots instantly hugged hers right as I gave it to her. Hoof gently slid it away. Maybe she didn't like it. Scoots happily snatched up the second doll and hugged them so tightly they were about to explode." Th-thanks, daddy." "Your welcome. Now go and play with your toys." Right before she left she said "I love you daddy."