After more shadow figures appeared, we approached Mile 4.
"Scootaloo..." Multiple voices seemed to echo. However, they were very unclear. Scootaloo gasped.
"I-I hear voices..." She said nervously.
"Just keep driving. Don't let them bother you." I said as I looked ahead. More shadow figures could be seen among the trees. The voices continued to ring, Scootaloo started to pant.
"Come on Scootaloo. Don't let yourself get distracted. Eyes on the prize Scootaloo." I reminded.
"C-can we sing now?" Scootaloo asked.
"Sure, what would you like to sing?" I asked.
"Well, there is this one song that we sing around the campfire. It's called 99 Buckets of Oats" Scootaloo stated.
"Hey...that reminds me of a song we humans sometimes sing: 99 Bottles of Beer. You start." I said.
"99 buckets of oats on the wall
99 buckets of oats" Scootaloo started.
"Take one down, pass it around
98 buckets of oats on the wall!"
I sang along with Scootaloo. We both had a little laugh. Lo and behold, we could hardly hear any of the voices now. But then...we came to a clearing. This was mile five. The stars shined brightly in the night as a large full white moon filled the sky with it's glory and splendor. There was a crystal clear lake, so clear, that the image of the night was reflected upon its surface. Scootaloo let out a long gasp.
"Wow...this...is...beautiful." She said with a smile.
"It is certainly quite the sight Scootaloo. I know this reminds me of that camping trip you told me about where the moon was full and the night was clear." I stated. Scootaloo smiled at the memory.
"Yea, it was a little spooky at first, but with Dash by my side, she made sure that everything was gonna be okay." Scootaloo stated.
We continued to drive through the clearing. Soon the trees came back, and the clearing was behind us. The sky grew pitch black and all that we had to guide us were the headlights. This was the start of mile 6.
"Okay, think positive...we're gonna make it..." Scootaloo stated with a slight tremor in her voice. She then remembered something.
"Oh no...it's this mile..." She said with a worried tone. The radio came on. It was mostly static, bit within that static, a soothing voice starting iterating something. It seemed to be...Scootaloo's worst fears. "Just...keep...driving..." I said over the radio. The voice continued to speak. Scootaloo all of a sudden started to sing another song that she knew.
We are the Cutie Mark Crusaders
Whoa-oh oh-oh-ohhh
And we'll never stop the journey...
"Hm? What's that song?" I asked.
"Oh it's something that my friends and I wrote for a talent show. It went really bad...it was when we were all obsessed with the goal of getting cutie marks, which represent our special talent." Scootaloo explained.
"Very interesting..." I said. The radio went off. "And it looks like we are just about done with mile number six..." I stated.
Six miles down...five to go.