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OnlyInhuman


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After a day of playing on the beach with her friends, Scootaloo finds herself alone once again. This time, however, she comes across a helpless, dying bird. An illustration of the parallels between death and the premature loss of innocence follow in the few short minutes thereafter.

A ponified version of a short story I completed a while ago.

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:rainbowderp:Well, uh, at least you caught my attention....

That was great.

A few months ago, I had an experience quite like this. Despite the fact that I live in New York City, small birds a quite a common sight, even in urban areas like the Bronx. I happened to be sitting on a curb in the Upper Bronx one afternoon, waiting for my bus to come. I was watching these two birds eating in the middle of the street. I didn't even notice the car coming at them until one bird flew away, and the other stayed, only to have the car pass right over it. I couldn't see exactly, but as far as I could tell, it got sucked up in a wind tunnel, smashed against the car, then thrown back down onto the tar.

It was a busy street, so I couldn't just go out and help it. I watched, helpless, minute after minute as it slowly died. I was its only witness as it passed from this world to the next.

At one point it actually managed to gain enough strength to get up and fly—it made it about ten feet before crashing back down into the street. I had promised myself that I would never forget that day. Thanks for reminding me. :pinkiesmile:

I would also love to read the normal version of this, too!

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