“Rest that wing for two more weeks and it should be as good as new.” Fluttershy said to a robin that she had nursed back to health. It nodded in comprehension and chirped gratefully before hopping towards the makeshift bird house it called home for the time being. With a satisfied smile Fluttershy trotted outside to tend to the other critters. It was a busy time. Spring always brought about many new young ones and not all the parents were as experienced with baby animals as the yellow pegasus. They would often ask her for help, which she gladly offered.
Fluttershy wasn’t outside her cottage for long when she heard sounds of rustling leaves coming from the Everfree Forest. She was curious as to what would cause it. Another critter in need perhaps? After all, the Everfree Forest was still avoided by most ponies and its residents rarely ventured this close to civilization, unless they needed help or turned up for a tea party, and she was fairly certain she hadn’t organized any of those today. The rustling stopped.
Curious but apprehensive Fluttershy made her way towards the foliage. When she was a mere three feet away from the source, something suddenly leapt out, giving her a fright. She jumped before falling to her stomach, squeezing her eyes shut and covering them with her now shaking hooves. When nothing happened she lifted one of them slightly to take a peek. There was a small, confused looking creature standing in front of her. It wasn’t much taller than a filly and it was standing on two legs. Fluttershy recognized what it was in an instant.
“A baby dragon..? Oh my gosh!” she cried out as she lunged forward, scaring the living daylights out of the little dragon. It made a jump and tried to run, but got scooped up in Fluttershy’s front hooves before it got the chance.
“I can’t believe it! Another baby dragon!” she cried out in excitement, but rapidy changing her tone, “Oh, look at you. Were you all alone in that big, scary forest?” Fluttershy cooed.
Upon closer inspection the little dragon did look quite worn out. It also looked – and smelled – as if it hadn’t bathed in weeks.
“You must be exhausted.” Fluttershy bemoaned. She wouldn’t have this hapless little thing suffer any more than it already had. She brought the wyrmling close to her chest and flew back to her cottage with the bewildered creature cradled in her hooves...