After a long talk about gravity and how it affects pegasi, a question formed in Scootaloo's head. While everypony else was leave, Scootaloo stayed to ask Cheerilee a question.
"Why can't I fly?" She queered.
"Well," Cheerilee began, not sure how to answer. "Have you noticed the wings on your back?" Scootaloo facehooved ready to shoot a sarcastic answer at her. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure that you have noticed that your wings are very small for your age."
"So?" the filly deadpanned, looking at the objects on her back.
"You seem your wings can't carry you at their current size," Cheerilee explained before walking over to Scootaloo and placing a hoof on her shoulder. "I don't understand why you're upset, though. I thought that you accepted the fact you can't fly yet? And you have fun with your scooter. You will grow into your wings at some point."
"No! W-Why can Bulk Biceps fly, then? His wings don't fit his body!" Scootaloo vented, tears filling her eyes. "Why can'