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// Chapter 60 - The Short Tale of Scoots (Scootaloo) 
// Story: The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference) 
// by Experimenteer 
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The Short Tale of Scootaloo
By Scarlet Reign


Through the tale I say and run,
There's one filly whose lay in the sun.
Her orange color coat, wrap with cerise,
Is a mare that I truly respect without despite.
Yet enough to say, on which I know,
Is that I'm about to tell on which I show.
The short story that consist of Scootaloo,
Which would be grand as priceless doubloon.

To begin my tale, there is a start,
But when there is a scene there's a tragic part.
How we know her past is shrouded with mist,
That describe all too well, in the coming abyss.
My version of words, a truth to relate,
Is that its not all fun to which I debate.
The orange filly had witness, a disastrous event,
Starting her parents with a deadly roulette.

A long ago there was filly, who didn't care,
Pouncing with a glee that everypony would glare.
Warmly love by compassionate folk,
Would find an abrupt end from unlikely poke.
An accident occur from a terrible crash,
When it collided them in a sudden flash,
The filly survive the horror, the event of wake,
But her parents couldn't open, it was far too late.

Tears run rampant behind her orange face,
Calling out to them that she wanted to erase.
How much she cried or spark with fright,
There was nothing she could do against such sight.
Lost and blind by the sadness it shroud,
It bitterly ate her up, not making a sound.
The love of her life, her complete and entire set,
Would finally crumble beneath her step.

Bitterly alone from the widely world,
Constantly hurdling her it whirled.
Now she endures into a horrid place,
Where she work so hard to retrace.
Fighting bit of what she can chew,
It's all that she can really do.
Yet when wither despair and nearly gone,
A newly spark came under the sun.

A filly appeared in her timely life,
Calling herself Sweetie Belle, during her strife.
Quickly mold their friendships were form,
That forever in time to keep her safe and warm.
Another filly emerge that Scoots did not expect,
A filly name Applebloom that she'd detect.
Loyal in the end the three became,
Calling themselves now, their cutie nickname.


((Respect for the story: The Many Secret Origins of Scootaloo