Hi, there guys My names Scootaloo. Most of you know me, well you also know I don't have parents I'm basically an orphan, well I guess most of you wonder how it happened. It's a rather long story, though I think I'll tell you guys.

Papa, was a big stallion, even bigger than big mac, he was an earth stallion my mama was a pegasus, I got more from her, then my dad heck most wouldn't realise that He was my Papa unless they looked into my eyes we shared the same eyes, His name was Cart Driver. His special talent had been he could pull carts and trollies for miles nonstop, He could go for days without taking a break only stopping for bread and water. He'd drove a cart around nearly all his life He took care of us.

It did drive my mama crazy being a cart pony wife. Always told me she needed more to hold than a telephone or a scroll sent by a dragon, Though Papa would call her each and every night, just to make sure I and she was ok, he cared for us so much. Though she would confirm that we were doing great and not to worry much and come back safely, I smiled some when She'd passed it over and allowed me to wish him a good night I heard his laughter and smiles, saying he'd be back, even said he'd help me catch a cutie mark, joked saying he'd let me take the cart out for a swing, calling me his daredevil.

It simply starts when papa hanged up and when that happened mama would be gone again, That was the thing about mama she was a looker, and Celestia how she shined it was amazing she was a glimmer to most she was just the most majestic looking mare in the town, giving even Sweetie Bells sister a run for her money.

Now most would never think much from papa, but he was a good stallion, but he had a jealous side to him, he didn't want stallions looking at mama, or flirting, I remember when I was even smaller some stallion grabbed and felt mama flank up just for a moment and mama, laughed it off, thinking it was an accident. The thing was Papa didn't take to kindly to that, nearly tore the boy's head off.

The thing that was worst Papa loved Mama, But Mama loved stallions. She'd leave me home for hours, It'd sometimes be late in the morning I'd hear the front door open and Mama walked in her clothes messed up her face red and a strange grin I'd never understand what was going On mama never told me what she did so late in the night. I'd never ask.

Though I guess it was bound to happen that much I'd guess,Well it was bound to happen and one night it did Papa came home and it was just me. He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine. It really seemed like he was lookin' to surprise us he was doin' just fine I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall. That was when he called out to me;

"Scootaloo where's your mama?"

I simply responded;

"She said she was going out at a bar, wanting to make some new friend's while you were gone."

That was when I heard the bottle break against the bedroom wall and he was running down the stairs, he was mad. His eyes blazing with burning heat, as he muttered;

"Go to bed Scootaloo, I'm getting your mama."

I looked surprised that was when he went outside hitching his cart up and began driving out as fast as he could, I heard a loud explosion behind him, it matched almost what rainbow dash had done when she was performing her Sonic rain boom, I never understand how he did something like this, even with the cart on his back to increase his speed.

I never saw Mama again, though The paper the next day told all that happened

Cart driver rig buried in the local motel
It seemed in the dead of night Cart Driver wife,
Sham rock had been caught in the hotel with another stallion
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
It seemed cart Driver never hit the brakes and he was shifting gears.

Now it is Papa had always loved mama, but it seemed to be that Mama loved stallions just a bit more. Now papa's in the pen Mama's in the graveyard. I ended up staying home most think I'm an orphan not really wanting to talk about what happened with my parents saying it was an accident and they both died when Papa crashed, though it isn't true every so oftenI visit papa, but he doesn't say much but he does make sure i promise never to hurt or cheat on my special pony and to remember that he would always love mama

Author's Note

Hey guys I really hope you enjoyed this little tale and try and have a great day