The morning sun shone through the window and onto an empty bed. Normally, the bright rays would stir a sleeping pony.
This time, just as the past week, no pony slept in the bed. She stared out the window again, lost in a stream of thoughts that brought both hope and shame.
“Ugh,” Scootaloo said, “I have to stop this.”
She glanced outside the window and waved at one of her best friends.
Apple Bloom walked down the road and glanced up to Scootaloo’s window. She stopped in her tracks when she spotted the orange pony.
“Hey there, Scoots,” she shouted.
Scootaloo opened the window and said, “What are you doing?”
Apple Bloom shrugged and said, “Applejack sent me down to the market square to set up the stand.”
She stared at Scootaloo a little harder and asked, “What’re you doing up?”
Scootaloo looked away and said, “Couldn’t sleep.”
Apple Bloom nodded and said, “Gotcha. Want to come help