My Little Scootsy

I had just gotten back from playing a massive video game tournament at the local arcade. Trust me, I LOVE video games. Everyday when I get back home from my job at the Animal Protection Agency, I go into the kitchen, grab some cheese puffs, and then go back into the living room and play my Xbox 360 until my hands get sore. Anyway, I won that tournament and was seriously proud of myself. The game was Ms. Pac-Man, one of my favorite games. I like Pac-Man, too, but Ms. Pac-Man has better graphics. I got rewarded with $200 and a trophy. Not that I needed it, though. I am very wealthy, but not filthy rich. I struck it rich in Las Vegas with $200,000 dollars.

I was walking home from the tournament. The only way back to my house was through a dark alley. I hate dark alleys, especially at midnight. I pulled out a knife from my black leather jacket's pocket. OK, I know I may seem like a scaredy cat, but dark alleys creep me out. I start to walk through the alley with the knife pointed out. However, something made a sound, making me jump heavily, dropping the knife next to the dumpster.

"Dang it!", I said. I hate it when I drop my knife, especially by the dumpster. That dumpster smells like it has never been cleaned out. I bend over to pick it up when I heard the sound again.

"What is that noise?" I wait for it to happen again, but nothing happens. I pick up the knife and start to walk again. Right when I'm about to reach the end, something moves across my legs.

"What was that?!" I pull out my phone, turn the camcorder on for the light, and point it in the direction. Seeing nothing, I turn the light off and put the phone back in my pocket.

"Mister?"

I hear someone call me. I look around, looking for the source.

"Mister, I'm down here"

I look down and see a strange animal. It looks like a pony, with wings? They look so small. Her coat is orange and her mane is purple. But it couldn't be the one who called me.

"Hello?", the pony says.

"Y-you talk?", I say. This seems seriously weird.

"Yes. I'm Scootaloo."

"Scootaloo?"

"Yes. I'm a pegasus. Who are you?" That's what a pony with wings is, a pegasus.

"I-I'm Elijah Cooley and I'm a human. How old are you? What are you doing in a dark alley? Where is your home?" I had a lot of questions about this pegasus in front of me.

"I'm four, and I don't have a home. I don't have food, water, or parents." She starts to cry. I start to feel sorry for her.

"Is that why you look so... boney?"

"Yes. I haven't eaten anything but garbage. Can I live with you, please?" She shoots me with massive puppy-dog eyes. Puppy eyes never work on me, but I get confused. I have never taken care of a child. I'm single, and have no kids or pets. Just money and that gets kinda lonely. Plus, I work at the APA(Animal Protection Agancy), so I can't just let her die out here. So I do the right thing.

"Sure. You can live with me." Her ears perk up.

"Really?! You mean, you'll feed me and take care of me?"

"Yes little Scootaloo" She hugs my leg.

"THANK YOU!" She lets go.

"Sure." I bend over, pick her up, and put her inside my jacket to keep her warm. "Can you breathe?"

"Yes"

I start to walk back to my house. But one question remains in my mind: How will I pull this off?"