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// Non-Canon Deleted Scene: Chicken 
// Story: Courage 
// by scion 
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These scenes are officially not a part of the story. They are non-cannon. They were written because they were fun to write. 
Both take place during the chapter 'Adventures in Ponyville: Chicken Chaser'.





Scootaloo the Chicken




Scootaloo buzzed down the streets of Ponyville at top speed, her wings nearly a blur as she tore through the town on her scooter. Behind her, the wagon carrying her friends zoomed along was well. 

Link had been seen around town, and all the Crusaders wanted to see what he was up to with their own eyes. Ponies claimed he was herding chickens, which was so ridiculous that nopony who heard could take it seriously. Herding? Chickens? Applebloom had experience with chickens, and had never heard of such a thing. They would panic for sure, no way a pony or a wolf could actually herd a chicken. But everypony who had seen him so far had insisted the same thing.

So it was up to the Crusaders to find out what he was REALLY doing. After all, why would someone who goes around saving ponies from slavery in Diamond Dog mines, or saving the town from something even Twilight couldn't solve, run around town chasing down escaped chickens?

They sped through the town two or three times before they caught sight of their elusive quarry. Link was padding along, following his nose down the middle of the street, oblivious or uncaring as to the berth of ponies around him and the stares he was receiving. Scootaloo stopped the scooter and attached cart so that the three of them could observe.

"What's he doing?"

"Looks like he's lookin' fer somethin'. Winona always does that when she's lookin' fer her bone."

"So, what is he looking for?"

All three took a long look at each other, and no answers were forthcoming before Scootaloo shrugged her shoulders.

"I dunno. Chickens I guess?"

The next moment, Scootaloo was hefted into the air, the jaws of the wolf firmly fastened around her tail.

"What?!" Scootaloo cried out, flailing madly. Her wings buzzed, but immature as they were they were unable to do more than add extra limbs to her struggles.

The townsfolk, slightly alarmed now, all watched as Link hefted Scootaloo along, heading out of town. 

"Hey! I'm not a chicken! Put me down!" Scootaloo protested into the distance as Applebloom, Sweetie, and everypony within sight stared dumbstruck at the retreating wolf.




Revenge of the Chicken




Fluttershy was tending to her garden when she heard the faint sound of protests coming down the pathway to her cottage. She set her little hoe down and turned the corner of the cottage just in time to see Link padding down the road with the most curious cargo.

She was expecting him to be herding another chicken, and to hear the squawking complaints, but it wasn't one of her chickens; Scootaloo, held by her tail, helmet still on her head, was being carried by the pony-sized wolf like she was an errant kitten. 

Link seemed almost bored by the task, paying no attention to the thrashing foal as he neared the chicken pen.

"Uhm... wait..." Fluttershy feebly called out.

Link ignored her, padding into the the chicken coop before dropping the young pegasus.

"Ow!"

Link had dropped Scootaloo when she wasn't expecting it, and she had landed awkwardly on one hoof. Fluttershy rushed over as the foal held her hoof with an expression of pain, but there were no tears. A few quick looks told her the whole story.

"It's just a little bruise, Scootaloo. You'll be fine," Fluttershy reassured. She turned to Link, intending to tell him that Scootaloo was not one of her chickens and ask why he had done such a thing, but stopped when she became aware of his very wide eyes and the sudden silence around her.

Almost dreading to look, Fluttershy turned her head to see every single one of the chickens that Link had herded in were staring at him. Every single one had a look of hateful concentration. Some she could swear were turning red. 

Link took a single step back, and in that moment a chicken crowed. By the time Fluttershy translated it for the battle-cry that it was, it was already too late.

Link yelped as the ballistic enraged chickens swarmed towards him, pecking at every exposed piece of fur and skin. Feathers flew everywhere as Link, tail between his legs, retreated under the avian assault. Fluttershy could only watch in shock and surprise as Link ran down the path leading to Ponyville, a horde of angry chickens in hot persuit.

"What just happened?" Scootaloo asked, her injury forgotten.

Fluttershy had no answer for her.