It was the next day in a late afternoon, and Lucky Horseshoes was flying above Ponyville, going over the information he learned about the towns festivals.

"Okay, lets see here," he said to himself, "There's Nightmare night, Summer Harvest Parade, Ponyville Days festival, and Foal and Filly Fair. Oh, and apparently that pink pony throws a huge party at, well, pretty much anything. Man I can't wait to get that journal back, then I can stop talking to myself and actually write things down."

Lucky than looked down at the ground to see the ponies below. Man, I can't believe I've been here for almost a week, Lucky thought, It Never takes this long. Maybe I should give up and head to the next town. I guess Princess Twilight wouldn't mind if I ask for the Journal back. He was about to head over to the castle when something got his attention. There was a small orange filly with a purple mane sitting out on the edge of Ponyville, looking down at something. I wonder what her problem is, he thought. Flying down, Lucky went to see what was wrong.

"Hey kid," he said, startling the filly, "Are you alright?"

The filly didn't say anything. After a moment, she stood up and showed Lucky a broken blue scooter, with the handlebars bent and a wheel broken off.

"No, I'm not alright," she responded, "Two jerks broke my scooter and it was my favorite way to get around Ponyville."

Lucky didn't know what to do. This filly looked like she was about to cry, and he did not want to feel guilty for leaving a crying filly alone by herself, so he decided to make her feel better.

"Hey it's okay kid," he told the filly, "I bet you can get it fixed, or better yet, get a new one."

"I don't want a new one," the filly responded, "I've had that thing for as long as I can remember, and the damages are going to take forever to repair. And what really stinks is that sometimes, when I'm on this scooter, I feel like I can finally fly."

Fly? Lucky thought to himself, What does she mean by... Oh. He took a closer look at the filly to find that she had two really small wings. After understanding what the problem was, Lucky had a perfect idea.

"Hey kid," Lucky said to the filly, "Or, um... hey out of curiosity, what is your real name?"

"Scootaloo," the filly responded.

"Well Scootaloo, I just so happen to know of a way for you to fly," Lucky said, giving Scootaloo hope.

"You do? How?" She asked with excitement.

"By using the power of...Imagination," Lucky answered with a stupid grin. Scootaloo, however, had a face of disappointment.

"Hey don't be upset," Lucky reassured the child, "Imagination is more powerful than you think. In fact, it was imagination that caused me to be the awesome flyer that I am today."

What does he think I am, a five year old? Scootaloo thought. However, she was curious on where this guy was going.

"Okay," Scootaloo said, giving up, "What do I have to do?"

"Alright. Now, it's as simple as four steps," he told her, "First, I want you to close your eyes. Ya' got that? Close your eyes, and no matter what, I want you to keep them closed."

Following the order, Scootaloo closed her eyes.

"Second, I want you to imagine as if you've took off to the sky," Lucky said, his voice coming from behind Scootaloo. Doing what she was told, Scootaloo actually felt as if she left the ground, even feeling the wind through her mane.

"Third, imagine as if you're above the clouds," Lucky said, this time sounding like he was below her. Scootaloo followed his order and got a pretty good image in her head.

"Finally, I want you to open your eyes," Lucky ordered. Following the final order, Scootaloo opened her eyes to see that she was actually above the clouds. I'm flying, she thought, I'M FLYING.

"This is so cool!" Scootaloo exclaimed.

"See I told you," said the voice of Lucky, "Never doubt the power of imagination."

"You were right! I...uh..." looking around, Scootaloo couldn't seem to find Lucky, "Hey, where are you?"

"Your imagining the whole thing kid," Lucky reminded her, "We're still on the ground and I'm standing right next to you."

However, in reality Lucky was actually holding Scootaloo above the clouds with one hoof. There was a long moment of silence until Scootaloo had a question.

"Hey, what did you mean when you said imagination made you the flyer you are now?" she asked.

"Oh... that," Lucky said, "Well, you see, I was pretty much just like you kid. A weak flyer, and had jerks that insulted me about it. Until one day my mom decided to try the exact same thing, and told me exactly what I told you to do. After a little bit of flying around, she told me that 'if you can dream it, you can do it.'"

"Wow, your mom sounded pretty cool," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah...she was," Lucky said with a tone of sadness, "My dad was a total jerk though."

"Is that why you travel Equestria?" Scootaloo asked, "You dreamed of doing it therefore your, well, doing it."

"Actually no," Lucky answered, "It was the dream of my... uh... friend, and I was dragged along to follow it. After she... gave up, I decided to continue doing it, you know, seeing as how I already was."

After a little while longer, Lucky decided this went long enough and told Scootaloo to close her eyes again. Flying back down to where they were, Lucky gently put Scootaloo back on the ground and told her to open her eyes.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better Mister Horseshoes," Scootaloo said with gratitude.

"Your welcome kid," Lucky said, "And also, call me Lucky, not Mister Horseshoes."

"Hey um..." Scootaloo spoke up, "You think we could do that flying thing another time?"

"I don't see why you need me to do it," Lucky responded, "I mean, you do realize you can imagine by yourself right?"

"Yeah," Scoots awnsered, "But it wont be the same without you holding me above the clouds."

"Not necessarily, I mean you could..." Lucky stopped after realization hit, "Wait, you knew I was holding you above the clouds?"

"Yeah, I'm not five you know," She told him, "I knew it from the start."

............

"You looked down didn't you kid." Lucky said as he figured it out.

"Well... maybe," Scootaloo said looking down. Chuckling for a bit, Lucky gave her the answer to her previous question.

"Alright kid," he said, "Maybe, Maybe we'll do it again before I leave."

"Really!" said an excited Scootaloo. Once Lucky nodded, she ran up and hugged him. Surprised at first, Lucky eventually hugged back.

"You're the best mister horse - I mean - Lucky," Scootaloo said, looking up at the stallion.

"Thanks ki - I mean - Thanks Scootaloo," Lucky said with a grin, "Now you better go and get that scooter fixed, 'cause I wanna see some awesome tricks before I leave."

Doing as she was told, Scootaloo starting heading toward her broken scooter. Lucky himself decided his work here was done and took off. Maybe sticking around for a few days wont hurt, he thought as he flew off into the night sky.

Author's Note

This took way longer than it should have. Lucky's thoughts about ditching the town and moving onto the next one were actually my thoughts on both this chapter and this story in general. Not joking, There were two different beginnings to this chapter, and I rejected both of them. But after realizing how important this chapter would be for the story, and wanting to have people love it, I decided to keep going.

If there is any problems with this story, let me know and I'll try to fix it for the next few chapters.