The Roadrunner stood over the body of the dazed cyan pegasus, staring down at her. She had collided into the tree pretty hard, but besides muttering something about a 'Jeremy Clarkson' or whatever, and a pretty nasty bump forming on her noggin, she didn't seem too terribly hurt. The tree on the other hand, wasn't as fortunate, broken at the base of the trunk and toppled over from the impact. And I thought only Wile E could withstand a hard hit to the head, the Roadrunner thought to itself. Hmm. That reminds me; where has that silly coyote got to anyway? I doubt he's up to any good wherever he is.
The Roadrunner took one last look at Rainbow Dash's still form. Well, until she woke up from her crash-induced nap, the Roadrunner had nothing better to do. But it couldn't just leave the poor thing out in the open where some predator might chance upon her. The Roadrunner raked some fallen leaves with its feet and covered Rainbow's form with them, hiding her from anything within the forest that might mean her harm. Then turning away from Rainbow Dash, the Roadrunner took off back into the forest, hoping to find that silly coyote and make sure he wasn't causing any trouble.
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In actuality, Wile E was busy getting as far away from trouble as possible
Wile E hobbled through the woods, a large thin branch tucked under his left arm to use as a makeshift crutch. He found himself occasionally falling against the trees he was passing by. Having your legs mauled by a huge, vicious five hundred and something pound bear can really mess up your ability to walk, if you didn't know that already. The bear could have chosen to maul the rest of him and leave little proof of his existence if it so wanted to, but it eventually left him alone when it grew bored of squeezing his rib cage for the umpteenth time.
As the poor injured coyote pressed on, grunting with every step he took, he spotted something from out the corner of his swollen black eye, high above the trees. Turning his attention to it, Wile E saw that it was smoke. And as anyone who had ever read the Scouts manual would tell you, if there was smoke, then there was a fire, and if there's a fire, there had to be someone around to have made it, and if there's someone else in this forest beside the coyote himself, then there was a meat shield to hide behind in case the bear came back for Round Two.
Well, the Roadrunner's disappeared to who knows where, I'm lost in this darn place, and I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding internally in several different places, Wile E thought to himself. I'll take my chances with who or whatever is making all that smoke.
And so off in the direction of the smoke did Wile E go, limping as quickly as he could go.
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Fluttershy hummed cheerfully to herself as she tended to her chickens, scattering chicken feed along the ground for them to peck upon. It was a lovely day to be out in the back garden of her little cottage home with all of her animal friends. Angel Bunny was sitting on a little bench happily munching away on a carrot. Harry the bear was having a little tea party with a few canaries that Fluttershy was nursing for one of Ponyville's citizens, and her hens were enjoying their tasty chicken feed.
So what was the deal with the mangled coyote creature that suddenly collapsed behind Fluttershy, scaring the daylights out of her?