Daily Routine

Daily Routine

Be athletic anon.
You go for daily runs in the morning before work, and in the evening when the sun is going down because its cooler. Your city, like every other one in the world has a fluffy problem, though not to the point of alarm yet. While you are not an abusefag, you have no love for them. It broke your heart at first when you got accosted by one of the poor creatures starving to death, or having sustained injuries from another person, animal, or even just their own stupidity. You felt bad for a living creature in need of assistance you 'could' provide but after what they have done, that feeling is long gone. Not long after the first encounter, these things started to bombard you daily, interrupt your runs, having to change routes often as some herds would learn you ran by every day and even though you would politely push them out of the way with your foot, they would come up as if you were a new person, their new daddy in shining armor and ask... demand food, hugs etc.
Wasnt long before the parks became crowded, all the grass became dirt. These creatures are so stupid they eat it down to the roots tearing it up and eating some dirt before complaining of bad nummies and moving on to the next spot of grass to eat. As a result they tore everything up and the grass would no longer re-grow. What they missed, their putrid waste would finish off. The walk ways and paths in the parks, the sidewalks on the streets became littered with trash fluffies would drag around and try to eat, their rotting corpses and their vile waste product. While the smell would normally go away after a day or two, they seamed to just keep a constant supply of it at the ready and would 'refresh' that lovely aroma for you on your daily runs.
Today it happened again. You knew the new route being empty yesterday was to good to be true.  The all to familiar sound of a herd babbling about hungry, pway, babbies etc.
>Hooman give nummies to herd or get sowwy poopies!
That little shit is threatening to do... well just that. This issue needs to be addressed. Nowhere is safe from these unholy creations.
>Fwuffies wan skettis. Am hab tummy owies. Giv nummies or whowe hewd giv sowwy poopies!
Half the herd doesnt seam to even be paying attention and just following their stupid unicorn leader. You are not an abuse fag, but something needs to be done. Maybe nature does have a way to deal with these things you ponder.
>Wed! Bwue! Giv owies an sorry poopies!
Before they can spring into action, you reach down and grab some grass, which may be the last in the park, and toss it at the smarties hooves.
>Here, have some green spaghetti.
The herd, slowly dying of starvation perks up at the word spaghetti and suddenly you have the attention of the whole herd.
>Skettis? Where sketties? Hooman have sketties fo fwuffies?
The herd starts going nuts. Most of them cant even see whats going on, but they heard that you just gave the smarty sketties and dammit... they want some as well.
>Smawty shawe wid herd! Fwuffy wan sketties save sum fo fwuffy!
They start pushing and becoming unruly, ignoring what the smarty says and his replys of
>Dis no sketties. Dat gwassies.
The herd, now in a state of frenzy, is demanding nummies and pushing forward in a mob state for sketties. Foals getting trampled dams being squeezed in the frey.
>Mummeh need sketties! Make miwk fo bebbehs! Pwese giv! Tummy owies!
>No owies to mummeh! Oh no, BIG POOPSIES COMMIN!
>Where bebbehs! Come back bebbehs! Why babbehs make boo boo juice?
You see the chaos mounting and make one last shout before running off.
>SKETTIES FOR ALL! YOUR SMARTY HAS IT ALL SO HAVE A GOOD DAY AND EAT UP! PLENTY FOR EVERY PONY!
You giggle to yourself and start jogging again. You dont want to be around for whats about to go down to this poor smarty... This poor, poor smarty standing there with a few blades of grass, and a hungry hungry hippo herd who think you just gave him a mountain of spaghetti. Maybe there is a solution after all.