Scootaloo to her flight instructor, then to herself:
I can fly! Please, let me try again! I'm not worthless!
I don't want to go to the factory...
"I'm sorry, you failed."
The words hit her like a ton of bricks.
That was it.
Her dreams had gone up in smoke.
The large stallions stepped up behind her and pressed a cloth into her muzzle before she could even begin to protest the decision. Within seconds, the sweet-smelling fumes made her too dizzy to stand, let alone fight back. As the world went black, Scootaloo let out a desperate, pitiful cry.