Scootaloo

     "Alrighty!" Pinkie said, "Welcome back to... Find Your Family! Today, back for more, we have... Scootaloo Wing! Looking for her sisters, will she find them? It's been eighty-two tries. She's real persistent. Almost reminds me of myself."

    As always, no pony called for Scootaloo.

    "Alright! Now, we got Newbie Finders!" Pinkie cheered, "Who wants to go first?"

    "Us!" Two mares trotted onto the stage, "We're Limestone and Marble, and we're looking for you, Pinkie."

    "Limestone! Marble!" Pinkie tackled her sisters, "I haven't seen you since the rock farm!"

    Scootaloo watched as the sisters trotted off the stage, leaving the crowd unknowing of what to do.

Scootaloo, in tears, was sold. She was put in a cart. Didn't these ponies see? They were breaking families. They were hurting ponies. But foals were not ponies in their eyes. Foals were foals.

A red farm stallion told her to quit her whining. She was a slave, and that was all she was. She was not a pony. She was not a living thing capable of emotions. She was a slave. It wasn't right. In her ears, she heard a voice. "Don't cry, little Scoots. Don't cry. Ssh. There, there. It's alright. Don't worry."

"Trash, you are." the stallion said, "But, we got you fer a good price. So Ah reckon you'll be able to do the work A.J did before she left. Or else I'll be using a whip again." He used his whip on the foal, "Now stop yer whinin'! Yer a worthless sack of out, you know? Not capable of anything!"

"You're trash." Scootaloo wanted to say. She wanted so bad to be with her sister. She wanted to be somewhere safe. Somewhere she would be happy. But she looked to the sky, as raindrops fell. How can I be happy now? she thought.