“Erm—hello? Can somepony help me here?”

“Hello, little filly! Are you looking for a pet?”

“Not yet.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Scootaloo. I’m awesome!”

“I’m Fluttershy. I’m kind.”

“I love your wings, Fluttershy.”

“Aw—that’s so nice of you to say, Scootaloo.”

“My wings can’t even get me off the ground, much less let me fly like you.”

“Don’t worry, Scootaloo; everypony’s different.”

“I always wanted to fly. Isn’t that what pegasi are known to do?”

“Yes, but not all pegasi can fly.”

“I’d like to earn my Cutie Mark in pet care!”

“Good choice! You certainly came to the right place!”

“First of all, Scootaloo, you may not take any of the pets home. They need to stay here, so that everypony can have a chance to take care of them.”

“Can I at least take them outside?”

“Of course! Animals need to spend time outdoors; that’s where they lived before ponies adopted them as pets.”

“What’s the second rule, Fluttershy?”

“You must be in my presence at all times if you choose to take care of a pet. I have to let you know whether you’re doing it right—OK?”

“OK. I’d like a chameleon!”

“Chameleons eat insects. Some insects are harmful to crops and gardens.”

I opened a jar full of flies so that the chameleon could eat them.

The chameleon’s tongue shot out and caught every fly in its tracks.

“Wow! That chameleon’s a fast eater!”

“It sure is—isn’t it? It can also change its color!”

“Awesome! I’d love to see that!”

“Oh, no! Where did it go?!”

“The chameleon didn’t ‘go’ anywhere. It’s right where you left it.”

“But I can’t see it!”

“Chameleons change their color to show how well they are or how they feel.”

“I know how I feel! I don’t want to lose that lizard!”

“I just fed it. Now, it’s the same color as the grass.”

I put my wing on the ground.

My wing was yellow; the chameleon and the grass were green.

“Let’s try this, Scootaloo. If you can see the chameleon crawling onto my wing, just let me know.”

“OK.”

Scootaloo saw just a little bit of green on my feathers.

“Fluttershy, look!”

“Oh! Hello, little friend!”

Now, the chameleon was no longer lost.

“Thanks for teaching me how to care for a chameleon!”

“It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing. It was something!”

“Oh! I’m glad you liked it.”

“You were awesome! I’m going to tell Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom all about you!”

“Maybe they would like to come, too! Good-bye now.”