I am writing this saga because like my idols, the CMCs, I am trying to fine my special talent. Maybe I have a knack for writing. Who knows?
It was a dark cold November night. Every little filly in all of Ponyville was fast asleep except one, Scootaloo. She was at the cemetery. Tears fell down her cheek as she looked at one grave in particular.
"I miss you, dad." she cried softly to herself before coming back the way she had come.