“Eeep!” The cry was quiet for a scream.
It couldn’t even be heard as Scootaloo crashed in the tree.
What was much more violent was how fast Fluttershy jumped in the stream.
She moved even faster than the eye could see.
“Sorry, Fluttershy,” said Scootaloo bashfully,
As she picked herself up seeing stars circle her head.
Fluttershy peaked from under a lilypad carefully.
“I gotta learn to stop faster, or I’ll end up stuck in bed.”
Fluttershy stepped from the stream, quiet as can be.
She left the water in her mane, too timid to shake it free.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered out.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” she said with a little pout.
“Fluttershy,” said Scootaloo with just a hint of frustration.
“This is your stream, and it houses your trout.”
The yellow mare was always afraid to put herself in the equation.
“I’m the one to blame for intruding, what with all my speeding about.”
“Oh,” said the yellow mare looking down.
It seemed Scootaloo’s words went over her head.
“I’m sorry. Please, oh please, don’t frown.”
Scootaloo sighed, watching the sun setting red
“Fluttershy, I was wondering if you’d let the other crusaders and I spend the night.”
“We were hoping to finish our crusading there in the moonlight.”
Fluttershy looked a bit quizzical at the request.
Scootaloo continued to explain the rest.
“You see, we’re trying to build snow for Hearth’s Warming Eve.”
“We need someplace free to work under the moon.”
Scootaloo looked at Fluttershy with expectant eyes.
“You have a lake, lots of space, and even a loon.”
“Oh! I can do that!” said Fluttershy, brightening.
“It would be wrong not to help you if you’re doing something right.”
“What do you need Mr.Loony for? He’s way too easy to frighten.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have something that wakes at night?”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes.
Fluttershy had names for all her pets, even her flies.
“I was joking about the loon.”
“All we really need is a place to work while the shadows loom.”
Fluttershy shrank at the odd turn of phrase.
Looming sounded rather scary, even during the day.
Now she rather wished that the sun would reraise.
“Sure, I can do that. Come by later. Okay?”
“Thanks, Fluttershy!” Scootaloo yelled as she dashed off.
“I’ve gotta get the others. See you later!”
The scooter flew away, and the dust made Fluttershy cough.
The yellow mare however didn’t mind as she had more friends to cater.
“I wonder how they’ll do.” Fluttershy murmured to the trout.
The trout poked their heads up and looked about.
When they saw the coast was clear,
“They’ll do just fine,” the fish whispered into Fluttershy’s ear.