Scootaloo and Whitespot are standing silently in the park. Scootaloo looks up in the sky, filled with partly clouds. She has an idea to cheer Whitespot up.
“Hey, Whitespot? How would you like to hang on the clouds?”
“How? I don’t have wings anymore. I may fall.”
Scootaloo is thinking and says, “Your wings aren’t about walking on clouds or luck; it’s your heart.”
Whitespot never thinks about this before. She understands that wings aren’t as important to walk on clouds or luck, so she nods. Whitespot and Scootaloo runoff.
Later, Scootaloo and Whitespot are standing on the clouds. Cloud is floating across the land. Whitespot is incredulous when she manages to stand on the clouds. She was told that she couldn’t walk on clouds anymore, but she can.
“Wow, I never thought I could do that,” said Whitespot.
“Yea. I never thought about that too,” says Scootaloo.
“How come you can’t fly up to pick up the cloud, rather than constantly jumping and grabbing a cloud?” questioning Whitespot.
“No reason. Just enthusiastic." Scootaloo tries to keep her secret from Whitespot.
As the cloud is carrying them to the land of Ponyville, Whitespot is amazed to feel the breeze.
“It’s beautiful to be up here: looking down the landscapes, seeing things going on, wondering about life being down there. I sometimes go down there for fun, but the sky is better than the ground, I guess. Kind of like on top of the world, you know? But, every time I’m on the ground, I thought of something less different. Currently, without my wings, I'm permanently on the ground. But I felt something more different than before. I couldn’t understand why.”
Scootaloo is agog to hear her thoughts and feelings and says, “I know what you are saying. I don’t know why. I guess life will take you into a new step. Everything is an opportunity to learn about a new experience and life.”
“What about you, Scootaloo? Any thoughts of flight?”
Scootaloo is silent. She doesn't want anything to be painful for her. She says, “I just like to live in the moment on the ground. That’s for sure.”
Whitespot doesn’t react. She looks neutral and calm.
The cloud floats back on the ground.