Something Happens

        "What? Summer Camp? In Rainbow Falls?!" Soarin asked, astonished."No, no, no, no, no, Scootaloo. It gets very cold there."

"Soarin, it's a Summer Camp!" Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Listen, you are not going." Soarin said firmly as he looked for his black tie. "Where is that darn tie?"

"Come on, Soarin. They teach singing and dancing there. And you know how much I like singing and dancing."

"Since when do you like singing and dancing."

"I've sung in a school talent show, remember?"

Soarin cringed at the memory. "Look, stop arguing with me. You are not going, and that's final." he started walking away.

"C'mon Soarin It's not fair!"

Cumulus grabbed Soarin's tie and tossed it to him.

"Come on, son. Let her go. I'll go with her too."

"Mom, I'll handle this, okay?" Soarin gritted his teeth back.

"Pleeeeeaaaasssssseeee." Scootaloo begged. "Please let me go. I love singing and dancing! I want to go!" Scootaloo said, making a sad puppy-dog eye face, a technique which Sweetie Belle had taught her.

"No."

"Why?!"

"Quiet!" Soarin snapped.

Scootaloo was shocked into silence. She hadn't expected Soarin to get this mad.

"I said you can't go once, so you can't go! There is absolutely no need for arguing. Now, no one is going to Summer Camp, not you or you!"

Soarin barked, gesturing to his mother and sister-in-law.

Scootaloo stared at the ground, not responding.

"You understand?" Soarin said, losing some traces of anger. "Good, good."

Then he saw Scootaloo's face and walked over to her.

"Felt bad?" he asked quietly.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

Scootaloo performed the Make-Up Hoof-Bump but not with her usual enthusiasm.

"It's okay."

"Good." Soarin smiled and ruffled her hair.

Suddenly, the gentle mood vanished. "But that does not mean you are going to Summer Camp. Now, I'm going to a conference, we will talk when I get back. Goodbye."

When Soarin was out, Cumulus walked over to Scootaloo.

"Scoots, we'll go to Summer Camp, no problem. But how is your brother-in-law going to come too?" she asked anxiously.

"Oh come on, Aunty. Remember, when Soarin had to go to Manehatten for some trip thingy for three weeks, and I got a very bad case of strep throat and winter flu?"

"Oh yes. That was terrible." Cumulus nodded at the memory.

"Aunty, did you see the point. Soarin came back the very next day after you told him."

Cumulus thought for a moment, then her face suddenly lit up.

"Oh!"

Scootaloo giggled.

Dear Soarin,

Me and Aunt Cumulus Aunt Cumulus and I went to Summer Camp. Please don't be angry with us, but you know how much I've loved singing and dancing. Don't miss me too much, okay?

Love from,

Scootaloo

Soarin groaned when he read the letter. But he couldn't do anything now, they were probably at Rainbow Falls already.

"No, I can't go after them." he said to himself, then groaned. "Scootaloo!"

"Good Morning. kids! Welcome to Camp Falls!" the camp coordinator bellowed loudly to ensure everyone had heard him. "My name is Fluffy Clouds and I am your coordinator! Please stand in a line and come turn by turn onto the scale so I can check your weight."

So far the weighing was going fine.

"Weighs 35 kg, okay. Weighs 37 kg, okay. Weighs 81 kg oka-" he stared at the number on the scale.

"What child is this?" he muttered in astonishment, then his eyes fell upon the middle-aged mare on the scale.

"Who are you?!" he asked suspiciously.

"Me? Oh, I'm Aunty Cumulus. And who are you?" she countered, looking him up and down.

"Who's Aunty? And I am the counsellor of the camp."

"I'm Scootaloo's Aunty."

"Hey, there is no Mummy, Daddy, Aunty, Uncle allowed in this camp!" he said fiercely.

"Oh, so you think I was going to let Scootaloo come here alone, huh?"

Scootaloo walked along the path leading to the dormitories of the camp and she stopped short upon seeing a mare. Not just any mare, but the mare she was looking for.

She was wearing a Camp Falls sweatshirt, but it was tight, and you could quite tell it was a mare. Her mane was all the vibrant colors of the rainbow, and it elegantly coordinated with her sky blue coat. Her eyes were an amazing color, magenta. The color of raspberries or beautiful pink roses.

Yes, this was certainly Rainbow Dash. She was greeting the kids into camp with a little hug or mane ruffle, and a name inquiry.

"Hey, what's your name?" she asked a little colt with a grey coat, blown back black mane, and light purple eyes.

"Rumble." the colt squeaked.

"Well, welcome to Camp Falls, Rumble. You better enjoy it here!" Rainbow gave him a warm smile.

Rumble just nodded and ran off, and Scootaloo excitedly approached the mare, though she tried to keep her demeanor calm.