I wish we could tell you the gas didn`t choke Scootaloo, and that she didn`t get terribly ill from it. And that we had to wait for her every half-hour so she could puke. And that she didn`t hate me for not taking the disease instead of her. What`s worse was the chemical burns, which made her eyes swell up badly.
She couldn`t handle it any longer, so she gave up. Me and Sweetie Belle both took turns carrying her. It was a long way to shelter, and we ain`t about to let her die. She started choking again, we had to get somewhere fast.
"Oye, over here!!! I can help ya with that filly you be carrying."...
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