Pony Fails

"Hey Scoots? How come we ain't never met your folks?"

"Yeah...you don't really talk much about your family, either."

Scootaloo sighed. "I'm sorry, girls. It's just...everybody in my family is a little, well..." She wiggled her stunted wings.

"Can't fly?"

"Huh? No, they can fly," she said. "It's just, well...we're all a little...disabled, in one way or another."

"Oh," the other two Crusaders said.

"I'm sorry, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle said glumly. "We didn't know."

"Yeah, it's okay," Scootaloo said. "Anyway...you've all met my mom actually. It's just, you never knew she was my mom." She laughed. "Heck, sometimes she forgets she's my mom. She's not all there upstairs."

"That's awful!" Apple Bloom said.

Scootaloo shrugged. "Eh." Her wings buzzed. "Actually, thanks to her, I can do a neat trick with my eye." She conked herself in the head with a hoof, and her right eye slid out of focus, drifting lazily. "See? Now I look just like Mom!"

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle stared at Scootaloo, jaws dropped. "You don't mean your mom is--"

Scootaloo knocked herself in the head again, and her eye returned to normal. "Gotta go!" she said. "It's muffin night!"