On a day which was in fact not the same one, Scootaloo was nonchalantly eating a doughnut for “brunch”, when nothing happened. She wondered when the cameraponies and/or transcribers would arrive, as she was supposed to have a chapter. She also thought excitedly about show commitments letting her see Rainbow Dash all the time. She wasn’t excited about the heavy rain pouring down like a video film, but somebody was.

Yesterday...

“I bet you ten bits it won’t rain tomorrow,” Sun Ray said.

“You’re on,” said Moonlight.

Scootaloo looked behind her for a moment, finding the “back wall” of her cardboard box. “Could’ve sworn I heard typing or something... yeah, there it is again.”

She went behind the box, and there was a transcriber there wearing a plastic rain poncho. She waved to her without looking up from her laptop that was waterproof because scientists built it and they used science.

“Hi,” Scootaloo said. The transcriber didn’t answer. “Is it weird having to refer to yourself in the third pony all the time?” she said to get her to say something.

“Shouldn’t you be in your box? It’s raining.”

“It’s not that bad.” It was. “It’s just water, right?”

“Stop talking to me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You think I have something wrong? You’re the street foal in a cardboard box.”

“I’m just being concerned about your problem.”

“Go back into your box and think about stuff.”

“No. I need to know what the problem is.”

“When did you become an amateur therapist and life coach?”

“I just want to help you....”

“Apple Bloom just went over that.”

“Fine, I won’t help you with your problems.”

“Good. You’re overanalysing anyway, I don’t have a problem right now.”

“Sure.”

And so Scootaloo went back into her street orphan box and thought about something graphic just to annoy the transcriber.

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