“Maybe we need to ask for help.”
The ice was beginning to melt into the dirt. Teams of pegasi kicked the heavy clouds out of town letting the sun peek through, and the clydesdales squashed through the muddied roads as they stored the plows away for the next storm. The duo trekked into town searching for their lost musketeer. They snuck around the snowbanks investigating the places Scootaloo would usually be. They searched through the skate park, the school, and even her old home. Applebloom sneered and Sweetie Belle snorted as the hours of looking through the muk brought them no closer to finding Scootaloo.
“The isn’t getting us anywhere!” Sweetie Belle shouted.
“Maybe we need to ask for help.” Applebloom replied.
“We can’t ask any of the adults.” Sweetie Belle reminded.
“I know that, but why not ask the other kids from school?” She questioned.
