My Little Blue Box

Mrs. Cheerilee walked through the classroom, handing the assignments back to her students, making small comments on the way like “Very nice, Applebloom.” “Good works, Snips.” or “It was...nice Sweetie but I don't think your sister has three heads...”; but when she reached Scootaloo´s seat her smile disappeared.

“I´m sorry Scootaloo but I´m afraid you have to make your draw again.”

“Uh? Why?!” she demanded to know.

“I ask you to draw your house. You only draw a big blue box.”

“But that IS my house!” she yelled.

“Now Scootaloo, I don´t like pranks in my classroom. I will give you one more day but you better bring me a real work next time.”

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon couldn´t resist to began to mock her, soon the rest of the class joining, only the other two Crusaders looking sad for her friend.

*****

Granny Smith saw the little filly coming over on her scooter and instinctively jumped to safety but there was no need, she wasn´t going full speed instead just dragging her back hoof as she passed by.

“Hi Granny Smith.”

Scootaloo dragged herself into the lowest part of the farm where a blue box rested, hiding behind some bushes. She opened the door with her spare key and put foot on a room that will even make Pinkie Pie feel confused because of the lack of physics.

“Uncle! Where are you, uncle?!” she yelled in the strange coral like room.

After a minute of silence, the sound of an engine running made her turn over. In a dark corner, a single blue orb blinked.

“EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!”

“Not now Salty...” and she pushed the alien creature down causing it to fall to it´s back, unable to get up.

“WAIT! RETURN! YOU MUST BE EXTERMINATED! IF ONLY I HAD MY WEAPONS!”

Ignoring the whining alien, Scootaloo moved through stairs that led nowhere, calling for her uncle to show up. Finally she came across a damped stallion.

“Good news darling! I found the pool! I thought it was lost but I happened to run into it, so to speak...what happened to you? You look pretty sad dear.” he said, rubbing her curly mane.

“Miss Cheerilee scolded me.”

“What? Why did she did such a thing?”

“She said I wasn´t taking my assignment seriously. That I was playing a prank on her.”

“Ugh, the nerves! And to think she was such a adorable little thing when I first met her! Well she was a bay after all, all babies are adorable little things by default...”

“Uncle...” she stopped him before he went in another rambling.

“I´m sorry dear, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Can´t I take Miss Cheerilee here, show her the house?”

“Oh well you see the thing is...” he panicked, trying to come out with a reasonable excuse.

“You never left me bring anypony home. I´m the only one of the Crusaders who hasn't host a sleepover. Some ponies at school think I´m an orphan or even worse, a chicken and that I sleep at Fluttershy´s cottage!! Why can't I have friends, uncle? Why are we hiding? Why can´t I tell them who we really are?” and the stallion grabbed the crying filly and held her close to him, letting the tears dry on his brown coat.

“There there...” he gently patted her head. “I know I´m forcing you to keep too many secrets and I´m sorry but there are some things we can´t say. At least, not for now.”

“You mean...someday I can tell my friends about you?”

“I promise you.” and she smiled at his beloved uncle. Sure, he was strange and noisy and half the time she didn´t understand what he was talking about; but he was her family and Scootaloo loved the crazy stallion. “Now, what do you said we get a nice house to show to Miss Cheerilee?”

“You mean...buying a house?”

“Even better! Let´s build one! A big tree house! Oh, I love those empty tree houses you ponies have!”

“Uncle, tree houses take years to be made and I have to send the assignment tomorrow.”

“Oh my dear niece, I´m disappointed of you! You know that for us, tomorrow is yesterday!” and he put on that silly grin he always put right before they were sent for another crazy adventure.

Scootaloo laughed and jumped to hug her uncle, holding tight as he pulled levers.

Nopony saw how the blue box slowly disappear in a roar, leaving behind a giant tree house that had grown over the centuries.