Saturday, May 12, 2012
So, like I told that Slim pony, I went around asking about an orange filly. I wasn't making much headway, but then I asked this little unicorn with no Cutie Mark. Her coat was white and her mane was a darkish purple. I think her name was Sour Bell or something. Anyway, when I asked about the filly, she gasped and started crying. Apparently the kid's name (which was so weird I wrote it down to make sure I got it write) is Scootaloo, and she went missing about two weeks ago. The two were pretty good friends. Before she disappeared, she mentioned Scootaloo being really jumpy and nervous, always looking at certain areas with a horrified expression on her face. Then, one day, she didn't show up for school. I told her a pony I knew had seen her around several times. She was ecstatic, and said she'd go search the Everfree Forest again. I don't like the sound of that, a small filly investigating in that terrible place, but I'm not her mom, so I didn't stop her. Something is going on here. That Slim pony is apparently looking for a place to stay while all this happens, so I invited him over to my observatory. Might have to change the title of this blog, huh? Oh who cares, I have no views anyway. Until next time imaginary readers.