MLP Newborn Cuties: Scootaloo's Rage

My Little Pony. Those three words hold a special place in my heart. A successful franchise spanning across four generations, with a fifth coming soon. Each next generation brought something new to the table, each new one bringing with it an inflation of the fanbase, with new and old fans expressing their love towards their favorite generation in a variety of ways. This became especially apparent with the rise of Gen 4, a holy ascension to stardom on the internet and beyond with people taking their love towards their favorite ponies to gargantuan lengths never seen in the otherwise niche franchise before. While I do agree that Gen 4 is absolutely astounding in terms of quality, the one that will always pop into my garden of a mind infested with flowers of nostalgia, will be Gen 3. Things didn't start off that way though; yes I did watch the DVDs, such as A Charming Birthday and Pinkie Pie and the Ladybug Jamboree on DVD back then, but I only found them to be of mediocre quality and they only served as time wasters for when nothing of interest was on TV and also wanted a brief taste of something different from my former favorite shows Captain Flamingo and 6teen. However, all that would completely change one fateful Christmas when my mother came back home from Wall-Mart with newly bought DVDs.

I was expecting in the sea of thousands of DVDs to find the complete series of Jacob Two-Two, my former third favorite show. However, the search was for naught as my poor old mother had told me that they were sold out of the DVD so she instead got me two new MLP DVDs. I was heavily depressed and disappointed by this, but I reluctantly chose to accept her gift anyway and went to my room to put the first DVD, Over Two Rainbows, in my DVD player. I was expecting another generic girly film of average quality, however instead, i got something beyond even the widest depths of my imagination. As soon as the movie started, my eye lids were exposed to a sudden wave of colours, colors like a newly discovered landscape of mysteries and wonder. I only ended up diving further into Wonderland as my eyes were exposed to the beautifully drawn and colored green hills and trees in front of a great shining smiling sun with the two clouds in front not even trying to hide its heavenly incandescent rays of yellow. I was exposed to only further moving canvases with quality akin to something of Leonardo Da Vinci until I was transported inside the realms of a pink pony's picture book. The pictures within told a story of a grand event's abrupt end at the hands of mother nature, coming with the side effect of the loss of the lovely pink scarf of Rainbow Dash, a fashionable pony of such great misfortune.

Her justifiable worries of angst left her blind to the double rainbow that appeared in the sky, which brought down another pony in a pink cloud from the heavens above. The pink cloud landed down to the fresh green grass, revealing the birth of another beautiful pony, Sweetie Belle. When she landed, two other ponies, Cheerilee and Pinkie Pie, offered great praise to her genius addition of a horn, something which Rainbow Dash didn't view as such, motivated by her belief of segregation, that unicorns only belong in Unicornia. Eventually however, she sees the wrongs of her sin of discrimination and accepted the new pony as a new friend, something that she was awarded for with the newborn cleansing her scarf of the mud that once tainted it's fabric of pink. After the episode ended, I broke down into tears over the beauty of such a masterpiece; animation more fluid than liquid, characters with well written motivations, traits, and quirks, and a story greater than Lord of the Rings. I immediately made the wise decision to watch the next film, So Many Different Ways to Play. In the story, Pinkie set up a wholesome gathering for Cheerilee and Scootaloo to partake in a tea party with her toys, Mr. Quackers and Mr. Cuddles. Scootaloo, however, found the tea party to be little of an interesting activity and went around the house, breaking things and causing mischief in the eyes of the other two ponies. However, they soon realized that what they perceived as a horrible annoyance was actually her expressing her own idea of "fun" and they chose to join in with her in a grand display of unconditional friendship.

These two films were some of the most beautiful displays of moving images and colors my eye ever had the fortune of setting their sights on. From that day forward, I expressed my marvel towards such well crafted masterpieces of animation by going out of my way to bye all the ponies and play sets of the franchise at any moment I could. I still remember those memories well, however, they were not to last. Months after that fateful day, tragedy struck when I was taken to the hospital by my mother and was diagnosed with severe brain damage, its cause being linked to those two beautiful movies I had held as classics in my heart. From that day onwards, mom refused to let me buy, play with, or even look at anything related to My Little Pony ever again, guaranteeing this tragedy as forever when she destroyed all my MLP merchandise and set it all ablaze before she tossed them in the abyss of despair that was the trash can then sending them off to the nearby town dump of decay. It has been years since the tragedy and now I've grown from a meek little girl to a senior in university. By that point in my life, I assumed that my fate was set in stone and that I would never see those two beloved films ever again. That is, until last week, when I came across what seemed like a miracle from the heavens, which would soon turn out to be the serpent that guided me to the forbidden fruit of eternal fear.

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