It had been 5 years since Dash brought Scootaloo home. Dash remembered her first steps, first words, first real food, and other things among that nature. Scootaloo could speak, and sort of read and write. Dash had been teaching her to fly, even though she knew Scoot wouldn't be able to at 5 years old. "Scootaloo? Where are you? There's something I need to tell you." Dash said, calling to Scootaloo upstairs. Scoots wasn't ready for being told about being adopted... But Dash was talking about school.
Scootaloo came downstairs, and sat across from Dash, her head down. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble." Scootaloo moved her head up, with a sort of sighing in relief look on her face.
"There comes a time where any pony must go somewhere... For a small amount of time 5 times a week. Now, don't be sad about it, because I'm not leaving you forever. This place is called school. You'll learn things there. You'll learn how to read and write better. Eventually, you could be like me!" That statement made Scootaloo perk right up, a big grin on her face. Scoots always wanted to be like Dash.
"So... At this... 'Cool'? I'll learn new stuff for... some time?" Scoots said, as Dash nodded. Scootaloo didn't see anything wrong with this, as she loved learning new things! Why did Dash need to talk about this?
"The main reason I wanted to tell you about this... Is because of the time it takes. The time You're there for 1 day is about 6 and one half, to 7 hours." Dash said. Scootaloo seemed taken a-back. 7 hours?! Why were ponies subjected to that length away from their mommies?