Home is for the Weak

by Pickleless

And life goes on.

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Author's Note

This chapter takes place 15 years after the rest of the story.


And life goes on.

"Hey!" Nopony waltzed into Scootaloo's home. "Where's my Godson?"

Scootaloo smiled. "Hey Nopo-"

"Yeah whatever I see you all the time. Where's the- awwwwww..."

Nopony lifted up the baby out of its cradle and cuddled it.

"What's his name?" He asked.

"Beef Wind." Scootaloo replied.

...

"Really-"

"No, not really, his name is Jolly Roger."

"Oh my gosh Scoots, your kid is gonna grow up to be a pirate."

"I know, won't that be amazing!?" Scootaloo hopped in place.

"Hey there little guy..." Nopony cooed as he held the precious bundle closer. "When your Mom was just a little filly, I found the letters she wrote to the maker, and I read them~"

"Hey!"

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