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- Toy Soldiers
- Drake is sitting in his backyard once again. The spring sun shines down on his well manicured yard as he sips a
- scotch. "Wuv pway hahaha! yay!" In front of him a young pink and green colt is playing with a few toy soldiers Drake
- picked up from the dollar store. This fluffy, known only as fluffy, is giddily playing with the tiny green men.
- Hugging, stacking, and knocking them over. He laughs as they fall and are thrown about. He giggles as his squishy
- hooves step on the tiny people. "Big fwuffy wuv wittow hoomins! Hah ha ha!" Taking another sip of his scotch Drake
- watches the small fluffy body toy with the soldiers.
- Over the past week this exterminator has been caring for one of the very animals he disposes of. This little guy's
- siblings and mother had climbed up into Drake's car and were asleep when he went into work last week. Needless to say,
- they met a grizzly end. This little earth colt was too big and heavy to pull himself up into the warm vehicle, unlike
- his pegasus family. Both fortunately and unfortunately for fluffy he was simply scared shitless as the car started
- above him. But, now alone this young adolescent wouldn't survive a day on the streets. Feeling guilty about it Drake
- took in the little fluffy until he is old enough, which will be in just a few days.
- For now though the happy if surly colt is growing up healthy. He's eating grass, learning how to keep healthy and
- clean, and not to interfere with people. The least Drake can do for this latest orphan. The exterminator has had
- little work this week, but a call has come in for a full squad operation. He can't sit this out especially considering
- that he leads the extermination unit. Rising from his chair the fluffy doesn't notice the quiet man move towards him.
- Until he is just a few feet from the fluffy Drake remains silent, as he usually is. "Fluffy, I have to leave soon." The
- fluffy is startled and turns around puffing his cheeks. "Why daddee weaff? Fwuffy wan pway wiff wittow men! Nuu wan
- weaff!" Drake kneels down and pats the fluffy on the head. "No, I'm leaving for a little while. You can stay here,
- remember to eat only the grass and poop in the corner okay?" "Otay daddee!"
- The extermination went on into the evening. 1,200 fluffies had gathered in a valley and were heading upriver to a
- town. The harbingers were restricted from using their flamethrowers in the forest preserve and so the extermination had
- to be done by hand. Even Jayce was tired of killing by the end of the day. The giddy joy he receives from torture
- replaced with the exasperated dryness that is tedious work. The thirty odd men of unit 7 were exhausted as they
- returned home. For a time even Drake had forgotten the world once more and entered the dark existence that is
- emotionless slaughter. He swore at himself afterward. This was exactly the reason he left the mercenary business.
- Pulling into the driveway Drake notices his fence gate is dug under. The fence extends underground two feet save the
- gate. "Damnit." Quickly moving through the gate he finds the young colt lying beside several broken toy soldiers. But,
- the offending ferals are nowhere to be seen. Silently Drake moves towards the broken toy. A child or loving home
- denied to him at birth, his family taken by cruel fate, and slain by his fellow fluffies. From what Drake can deduce
- the ferals tried to sneak in, and fluffy here set up his soldiers to fight them. But, when the herd appeared the young
- colt was beaten to death and his toys were crushed. Fecal matter covers the corpse and the small soldiers. Giving
- sorry poopies to the defeated foes, or maybe before the fighting started. It's hard to say with the feces spread over
- the battlefield, but the offenders had definitely won unscathed.
- Tufts of pink and light green fluff litter the surrounding grass. Prints and feces lead towards the porch, but from
- here the door looks secure despite stains on the deck. Drake searches the yard but finds nothing, the offenders long
- gone. Drake thinks to himself how this is what would have happened anyway as he cleans the yard. He aches from the
- long day, but he has long since lost the emotional sting from death. This little life was snuffed out under his care,
- but it's not like he would even be here if he had checked his car. Or if his mother knew to stay away from cars. But,
- as he cleans the body Drake finds the fluffy has a toy soldier, the type with the walkie talkie without a gun, clutched
- in his arms in an attempt to protect it. As Drake carefully peels the legs away he holds the soldier between his
- fingers. Seeing this tiny soldier causes something within Drake that has been buried deep within him to break loose.
- Clutching the dirty thing to his chest Drake stares at the broken fluffy that protected the soldier with his life. And,
- Drake cries.
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