"Scootaloo, it's time to go!" Mom called.
I sighed and went to her. Today was my doctors appointment and I wasn't wasn't looking forward to it, mainly because any trip to the doctor means you get shots, and shots mean sharp needles hurting you. Still, no use fighting. When I had finally dragged myself to the front door, the pink mare waiting for me could see my worries. She patted me on the head and we went of the hospital.
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"Scootaloo, the doctor will see you now." the nurse said.
"Ugh, finally! We've been waiting forever!" I complained.
"It was fifteen minutes." Mom replied as we got up and followed the nurse. She led us to a room and did all the usual nurse stuff. You know, check my reflexes, measure my height and weight, all that.
