Scootaloo was waiting out the storm in the balloon. She was really hoping she could just wait out the storm in that basket. Then once it stopped she could safely get out and she could finally breathe. But the cliff's weak rocks began to crumble and the balloon fell off. Scootaloo clenched the side of the basket and screamed for her life. The deflated balloon caught onto a branch at the side of the cliff. The basket tipped to one side and Scootaloo lost her grip. She just managed to grab onto the side closest to the drop. Her hind legs dangling in mid air. Her fore legs still holding onto the inner side of the edge.
"Oh great, Don't look down Scootaloo," she told herself.
She looked down.
"Oh why didn't I listen to me? Help Help. Help! Help! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!,"
