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// Foreward 
// Story: Take These Broken Wings 
// by Ganondox 
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	[[Author's note: If you haven't read Learn to Fly either go read it, or you can just skip ahead to the first real chapter of this story. You really don't need to read the original to read this story, but I want you to because heck, I want you to read all my stories, and if you don't you read it then the Foreward won't make as much sense.]]

"Hello everyone. It's me, Derpy, again. Apparently ponies liked my little blurb about me and my boring old life far more than I could have ever expected. Okay, Fluttershy was mad at me for awhile for revealing some personal information about her with out her permission, but we've since made up. Now ponies are asking for more. Well, unless you want to hear about some more happenings that are even more mundane than those I cared to describe in that, I don't think I have anything else to say. 

However, I think I found somepony, she's actually the sister of a dear friend of mine, who has her own tale to tell. In my opinion her's is far more interesting then my own. Like me she is a pegasus who, to say the least, has had some problems with flight, but hers are of a completely different nature than mine. She....well, I'll let her explain what happened herself. 

Though if you don't like her story I guess I could talk about that one time Dinky Hooves-"

"Hey! Ok Derpy, that's enough! It's my story so just let me tell it!

So, uh, my name is Scootaloo. Yeah. And I'm going to be talking about how I....l-lost...my flight...and my friends...and.."

At this point the normally tough as nails filly broke into tears. We were together in my home, recording this in the basement. Around us were stone walls covered in shelves. These were filled with food such as sugar, flour, and bran, and other supplies that needed to be stored. We were sitting on the cold, hard stone floor with the tape recorder between us, and above it was the trapdoor leading up. 

I brought her into a gentle embrace. I had some experience with her sensitive side so for once in my life I actually knew how to comfort another pony. She reached back and grabbed me. Once she calmed down she resumed speaking.

"So, I guess I need to start this from somewhere. Um, I was with two of my friends, Cloud Duster and Shine Spark, watching the Wonderbolts perform. Shine Spark is a really cool filly, she has this spiky white mane and her yellow body reminds me of lightning. She is like really athletic, and energetic-"

At this point I interrupted her.

"Scootaloo, they don't want you to just tell you what your friends are like. They want you to show them what they are like."

Scootaloo stared at me blankly. At last she spoke.

"How am I supposed to show anyone anything? We can only record sounds, not pictures. Also, even we could do that, my friends aren't even here, so how could I show them? Really Derpy, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember I thought the same about the phrase until I was taught what it meant. Well, it means that you describe someone's character by describing what they do instead of just listing a bunch of words that describe their character. You also need to show the details about most other things too. So telling is a simpler, faster, more direct approach, but showing has a lot more depth so they like that better. I personally like it when people get straight to the point, but they don't. "

Scootaloo was now rolling her eyes.

"That's so much harder to do than just saying what they are like. It's even harder 'cuz I haven't planned anything and I'm just saying what I remember off the top of my head. You know what, this is stupid and will take forever, I've got a game to go to later. Why did I even agree to this?"

Scootaloo stood and approached the ladder. I throw onto the ground in front of her to block her way.

"Please don't go. You promised would do this one thing for me."

Scootaloo stared back at me.

"If you keep making me start over and ask more to be more descriptive than there is no way I'll have time to do this."

I gave her one last pitiable look.

"Well if you won't let me record you can you at least write the story down for me?"

The filly sighed.

"Fine, but I think I'm going to need Twilight to look over it so it can get past their crazy rules. Now I'm leaving."