"Rainbow Dash! Scootaloo! Lunch time!" I turn
"Coming Mom!" I look over to my sister, Scootaloo, her hair slicked to her head, "You coming?" She nods. I turn around and start to head to the hill, were Mom has set up the picnic
"Help! Dash! Help!" Scoot is floating out to sea
"Hold on Scoot! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Dash! Help! Hel... ug!" Those were the last words I ever heard from her.
R.I.P.
Scootaloo Prancer
B. 2020 D. 2036
A true friend, daughter, and sister.