Scootaloo stood with trepidation at the top of the cliff, wings twitching slightly. Her friends stood next to their red wagon, cheering excitedly. She took a deep breath.
"I'm going to do it. I'm going to fly."
Apple Bloom cheered. "Ah know you can do it! Maybe you'll even get your cutie mark!"
Scootaloo smiled confidently before jumping off, wings flared. Time seemed to slow down and you would have sworn there weren't normally that many lens flares.
"I believe I can... "
She dropped like a rock.
"Nevermind."
Sweetie Bell winced. "Right in the pricker bushes. Just like the last 387 times."
Apple Bloom gave her a wondering look. "You counted?"