The Autobiography of Scootaloo: A Diary Collection

Foreword by Amber Dash *Possible Hints as to Future Events*

Hello, dear reader. My name is Amber Dash, I am the daughter of a wonderful mother, Scootaloo, and a loving father, Featherweight. Upon the passing of my mother, I was willed her diary. She had it for most of her life, and filled it with entries of her everyday and her adventures. The text is slightly abridged to keep pace, removing only short common entries, but I assure you that you are only missing things such as "went to the store" and "nothing interesting happened today" or the most basic of mundanities. I assure you that I have left the story of my mother as in tact as possible. I want the world to know of how wonderful my mother was.

I appreciate you taking the time to look into the life of a mare who was there for me in my hardest times. My mother lived a good life, all things considered, though she, like all of us, had her struggles along the way. Her story here begins when she was nine, coping with the struggles of losing her parents. I may have never been able to meet my grandparents, but I more pity that my mother lost them at so young.

While there are likely stories lost to the silent years before her diary, I was thrilled to read about her capers seeking her cutie mark. Some of the stories within are hard to read, and some are joyful favorites. It was one thing for my mother to recount them to me from memory, but reading them from the mind of the struggling filly who encountered them is a whole different experience.

It's sad all things come to an end. I love my mother very much, even if she's not here physically, I have most of her life in one book. I hope as you read these pages, you can feel the presence of the passionate, go-getter filly and mare who filled these pages with her heart, her soul, her fears, her dreams, her ups and her downs.

Without taking more time away from my mother, I will conclude with this. I miss you Mom, and wherever you are now, I hope you look down to me and see a mare that you would be proud of. See you again, someday.

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Scootaloo's Diary is a leather-bound "Forever Pages" enchanted diary with her name hoofwritten in smudged permanent ink. It is hoofwritten by what looks to be a fairly young pony. The edges of the pages are all warped as if it has been dropped in a puddle or left out in the rain. Various pages appear to have things tucked within.

Entry 1:

Auntie Raincloud said I should start writing a diary with my memories of my parents. She bought me this special notebook that has lots and lots of paper, even though it's not very big.

Mama and Papa have become very sick, she says. She tells me I may want to remember these things someday. I don't know what she means. They just seem sick from some food, it's nothing too odd, is it?

Anyway, I feel like I might give this a try. I do like to write. Mama and Papa are in the hospital right now. Mama said she'd be fine, she's just a bit sick. Just like I was thinking, nothing strange there.

Whatever, I'll give this a shot, but I don't see myself being one of those girly girls who writes in her diary all the time. I hate to waste such a nice gift, especially from Auntie Raincloud.

Last week we were out at the park and Mama and Papa seemed fine. Papa and I were playing and he was holding me up like I was flying, telling me one day I would be a talented flyer like the Wonderbolts.

Mama was watching from under a tree. She was just resting. We had been walking around the town for a long time. She bought me strawberries. They're my favorite. There wasn't really anything that happened since then, except Mama and Papa going out to dinner last weekend. We think that's where they got sick, other ponies in the hospital went there, too. Some restaurant.