Trying to keep Scootaloo not to fly is like trying to stop Applejack from going to an Applebucking competition on her own farm. The minute Scootaloo got out of the hospital, she was taking off. I went quickly to stop her.
“Oh, no, no no!” I hollered. I placed her on the ground. She was unhappy about what I did and attempted to fly. I stopped her, again. I went to explain, “Scootaloo. The doctor said no flying. I’m sorry Scootaloo, but I have to listen to what she says.”
Scootaloo looks at me upsetly and asks, “Why can’t I break the rules? You have done it before.”
“Well, do you want to have your memory of me and not lose it again?” I asked.
She questioned, “Yes. But, as long as I don’t hit my head, I am fine, right?”
“Not necessary. Look Scootaloo, the doctor said no flying. Now listen, flying is physical activity. I know you like to fly and scooter, but, could you avoid physical activity overall, for now?” I ask.
“But I want to ride my scooter!”
“Please, for me.”
“I guess so. But, what will I do in my free time. I am normally outside, riding my scooter. Now that I can’t ride my scooter, what do I do?”
“Well, you can hang out with me.”
“Really!”
“Of course you can, you're my daughter.”
“But, what will we do? I mean, I always see you flying and I never see you doing something non - physical.”
“I will think of something.” I finish talking and take Scootaloo to my house. She sees the size of the house and her mouth goes ajar. Since Scootaloo can’t fly, I pick her up and take her inside. She wasn’t happy that she got picked up and carried, but I told her that the only way she could get up here was to fly. So she figured that the only way of getting to and from the house is by me.
We entered the house and I showed her around. I showed her the kitchen, the entire downstairs area, the basement, and upstairs. It took us some time to finish the tour of the house because my house is huge. I showed her to her temporarily room. Scootaloo thought the room was amazing. Too bad she wasn’t going to stay in that room forever. For after I adopt her, she gets a bigger room. Her room was a room that I told her was off limits for the time being.
After the tour, we decided to do a bit of air hockey in my basement. We had a blast. Scootaloo was really good at air hockey and was surprised she doesn’t have her cutie mark in it. She beat me 11-3. We did a few rounds because I kept on thinking she cheated and I also didn’t want to lose against my own daughter.
Dinner was soon around the corner after our air hockey matches. I decided to try to cook. But, things didnt work out well. I suck at cooking and burned the food, so we ordered some food from a local diner, which was excellent.
Afterward, Scootaloo and I decided to watch the sun go down. It was something that was peaceful and fun to do. We talked for hours and enjoyed each others company. But soon, Scootaloo fell asleep by my side. So, I picked her up and carried her inside to her temporary room. Once she was sleeping under her covers, I flew quickly to the adoption center and adopted her.
I decided to wake up early the next morning so I could place her in her new room. When I placed her bed, I noticed that she seemed so still. Too still. I decided to wake her up, to show her my room. She was not responding, or breathing. I checked her pulse and also checked to see if she was bleeding. Her head seemed to be bleeding. I than felt blood drip down the side of my head. Was I bleeding. Than I woke up, back in my room. Thank Celestia it was just a nightmare.