A.D.D Theater 3 · 3:33pm Apr 3rd, 2014
Scootaloo trudged through the lunch line: she was starving. Her first day in the orphanage had been an emotionally brutal one so far. All the foals here were so dower, and it seemed that the main requirement to be employed here, was that they had at least two poorly set bones and had ran head first through barbed wire at some point. Not to mention all the adults here were just huge. She wasn’t that small, but she barely came to the knees of most of them.
Waiting for her turn to have her bowl filled by the cook, she studied the massive earth pony stallion. Easily the biggest pony she’d ever seen, and his every move seemed to radiate anger. She winced as he flung a ladle full of horrific looking mush into her bowl. Wasting no time, she snatched a spoon and trotted over to the line of tables. Spotting her new roommate, she sat next to her.
“It tastes better that it looks,” Dodger said.
Realizing that she had been scowling at the mush, Scootaloo relaxed and took up her spoon. Closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at it, she took a tentative taste. It was ... really good. Opening her eyes, she prodded the goop. Barley and cream, with meaty chunks of artichoke. The brown, cream, and green color left a lot to be desired, but it was delicious.
Scootaloo found the bottom of her bowl all too soon: she was still hungry. Looking around, the other orphans were still eating, taking small bites to feel like thay had eaten more. That wasn’t going to cut it for Scootaloo, she wanted more. Picking up her bowl, she moved to stand.
“What are you doing!” Dodger hissed, pulling Scootaloo back down.
“I’m still hungry.”
“We all are. It’s just something you’re going to have to get used to.”
“I can’t get more? There's got to be gallons of that stuff still in the pot.”
“Look at that stallion. You really think Cookie is going to just smile and give you more?” Dodger said pointing to the cook, still standing by the pot.
Shaking free of Dodger’s hoof, Scootaloo stood up. “I don’t care, I’m getting more.”
“Your funeral.”
Steeling herself, Scootaloo walked beneath the glare of Cookie. Her determination and hunger almost forgotten when he looked back at her.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Please sir, I want some more,” she said holding her bowl out.
Cookie flinched as if he’d been struck. “You want more?” his voice rumbled.
Scootaloo shook under the intense glare. “Yes, please. It was really good.”
His muzzle jerked into a crooked smile, as he plunged the ladle into the pot. “You want more of my cooking?” he said even louder. Something in his voice had Scootaloo confused now.
Pulling the ladle out, he poured a massive serving into her bowl. “About time one of you foals appreciated my cooking!”
“Thank you?” Scootaloo said, looking up at the massive stallion. She thought he was about to cry.
“I work hard every day to cook for you all, but everypony just eats their serving like it a chore and leaves without saying a word. Do you know how much food I throw out every day?”
Scootaloo looked back at Dodger. Every colt and filly in the room was watching the scene with slack-jawed disbelief.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think they knew you could get seconds,” Scootaloo said, scooting towards her table. As bad as she felt for Cookie, the smell of the food under her muzzle was making her mouth water: she was going to eat this while it was still hot.
“Feeding ponies is my special talent, why would I ever let somepony go hungry?” Cookie said, pointing to the cauldron cutie mark on his flank.
“That’s what your mark means?” Dodger said louder than she meant.
Cookie blinked and looked at the filly. “What else would it be?”
Dodger drawled for a moment. Rumor was the black cauldron was what he cooked foals in. “Can’t say I ever thought about it,” she finally said.
Hanging the ladle back on the pot’s handle with a humph, Cookie looked at his own hooves. “That's the problem with you little one, you never bother to ask.”
Scootaloo took her seat again as a dozen other colts and fillies began rising from their seats and forming a new line to the cook. Taking time to enjoy her meal this time, she smiled as she watched Cookie give second helpings to every pony that approached him. This time softly pouring the servings instead of sloping it out.
He wasn’t so scary looking when he smiled.
Lol, that was cute.
1979485
Thank you.
Fixed a bunch of typos.
In my head, Cookie is Pinkie's uncle. I might have to make a story for him one day.
Is this an actual story, or is it just a little thing for your blog post? Because if it isn't, it should be an actual story.
1985079
My A.D.D Theaters are stories I've started, but haven't had time to work on. I'd like to flesh this story out, but until I've completed some of my existing stories, it's just a little snub.
1985172 Ooooh, okay. Well I look forward to this story's release in the near future
That was excellent.