"Ready, squirt?" asked Rainbow Dash.
"Ready, Rainbow Dash!" replied Scootaloo, sitting in the bucket of a large catapult.
"You're going to fly this time, kid. I just know it!" exclaimed the older mare. "Three, two, one..." The rainbow-maned mare released the mechanism, launching the orange filly into the air. The filly began flapping her wings in an attempt to fly. Unfortunately, the filly's frantic flapping did little more than increase the height and distance of her trajectory. Her new trajectory unfortunately landed her right in the Everfree Forest. "…Um…" Rainbow Dash stared for a moment before rushing after the filly.
The filly broke through several branches on her descent before landing on the ground with a hard thud. She was dizzy for a moment, but she cleared her head with a shake. Just in time to notice she was in the middle of a pack of timber wolves. Timber wolves which apparently didn't like their afternoon naps being interrupted. One by one they stirred, and began to circle the small filly. Panicking, the filly glanced around quickly before yelling out "Help!"
Suddenly, the timber wolves began falling apart. One by one they fell, until none were left standing. In the midst of the chaos stood… Three chickens? Three really odd-looking chickens. One of the three was holding a sword in its beak. Another had a bow and a quiver of arrows on its back. The third was wearing a strange, hemispherical mask with a small, stylized skull of unknown origin on it.
The wolves began to reform into a larger one. The masked chicken clutched one of the sticks as the wolves reformed, getting trapped in the large beast. The beast let out a loud roar before suddenly exploding, burning sticks flying everywhere. "Boom, boom!" the masked chicken cackled… Did that chicken just talk?!
The sword-wielding chicken sheathed the sword he was holding in his beak. "Calm yourself, Boomer." He looked around. "Why were we summoned here? I don't see any cuccos. Just a small pegasus filly."
"Maybe it was a false alarm?" said the bow-wielding chicken. "Though I've never heard of the Call being false…"
"Maybe she's the one who Called us!" the masked chicken said. "I've heard there are non-chickens with the Call!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Boomer!" the sword-user said. "There are cockatrices who have joined us, sure, but they're at least chicken-like."
"Could you three shut up?" requested the filly. "I have something I'd like to say." As the three chickens looked at her, she shouted, "Aaaah! Talking chickens!"
The nearby bushes rustled, drawing the attention of the filly and the chickens. The sword-wielder drew his sword, the bow-user nocked an arrow with his beak, and the masked chicken and Scootaloo just stared. When Rainbow Dash appeared from the bush, however, the filly looked relieved. "There you are, squirt!" she said. "What's this about a talking chicken?"
"Rainbow Dash!" the filly said, rushing over to her mentor and hugging her. "These three chickens, I heard them talk!"
"Aaaah! Talking chickens!" shrieked the masked chicken.
"…Oooookay." said Rainbow Dash. "I think you may have hit your head pretty hard on something. We should probably get you back home." The orange filly followed the blue pegasus back to Ponyville, saying that she really did hear the chickens talk.