After they attacked, most of our food was gone. The celery, the carrots, and the flowers. The flowers. Oh Celestia, not the flowers.

She always loved Granny Smith. She was kind, nurturing, and had funny stories. But she never would have guessed what Granny would help her realise.

There is a poem in the Golden Oaks Library that goes like this:

If you wish to hear their tale,
Bring to them bits in a pail,
So you might have luck to hail
all the brutes that used to make us frail.

Every day is a nightmare. Becuase of her. She has had to deal with her as long as she can remember. But not today. Today she fights for blank flanks everywhere. Not just herself, but for everypony. Because THIS. IS. EQUESTRIA!

Warning: I suggest you read A Broken Scooter beforehand, so as not to confuse you. Also, this is just a story, and the headcanon in here is mine, not yours, and that meansyou can tell me that I'm wrong, seriously I respect your opinions, and I wish for the same. That being said, What if Scootaloo was stopped? What then? Would she be sent to the asylum?

Granny Smith was one of Appleblooms favorites. Now she has to deal with the one great equalizer that toom her away. This is her coping. No, this is her tribute, her finalway of saying goodbye to Granny Smith.

After coming home one evening from a failed attempt to impress Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo decides to think about her life, and if she's worthy of it. Her thoughts were documented here as she wrote them down before she did it.