3 cute little foals

“Fwuffy wuv wobot voice” the little furball calls out: talking into the fan to sound like a cyborg
“Fwuffy want to be wobot wen fwuffy gwows up!” You laugh at his naiveté.
In one swift motion, you shove the fan forward- the blades rip into the fluffy’s neck, severing his head and spraying blood all over the carpet.
The other foals cry out in horror “Why hoomin huwt fwuffy, you no hoomin, you are monstah!”
You pull out the charm card, “I didn’t hurt Cotton, he was attacked by this monster.” You say, picking up  the fan “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt you”
You unplug the device and set it inside a box-these fluffies don’t get object permanence
You grab another foal-buttercup
“Hewow mistah, we pwah game now?”
“Sure we’ll play a game” you chuckle… a really fun game
By this time, the water on the stove was boiling
You lower buttercup into the pot and tape the lid shut. Her thrashing and kicking almost throw the pot over the edge of the stove, after a while though the screams subsided- and so did the thrashing.
The last little mare was sitting on the carpet, next to the spilled blood of cotton… unaware of buttercup’s fate
This one was going to be special…you grab a bottle of the strongest vodka you have and a roll of duct tape
The stretching of the tape gets Cornflower’s attention, she looks up at you and smiles “fwuffy want a hug fwum daddeh!”
“Oh, you’ll get a hug alright..” and within seconds, the foal was tapped to the table.
Her screams of “wet fwuffy up, cornfwower no wike this game!”
You shut her up by sticking a funnel into her miniscule mouth, the other end begins pouring alcohol into her small body
You marvel at the volume of alcohol she can absorb…albeit crying and shitting while she does so.
You continue pouring until the bottle is almost empty, you leave a little left over for…later
Still taped to the table, you lift up Cornflower, pulling out some fluff in the process.
The transfer between inside to outside elicits a scream from the innocent foal…innocent-but you don’t care
You go back inside and grab the bottle of Vodka and pour it into the fluff of the mare, soaking her body in alcohol.
You pull a zippo out from your back pocket, and flick the flint. The flame starts at her feet: “ hewp fwuffy, fwame huwts fwuffy’s weggies!”
You think quickly, the flames will spread in a few seconds, and you can’t stand another word- you tape her mouth shut and quickly back off from her body
It bursts into flames
Bursts
The alcohol she “drank” earlier causes her body to erupt in flames, the plastic layer of the tape melts into her crisp face.
After a half an hour, the entire table has burned into ash- you can’t tell the fluffy from the table, from the shit and charred fluff.
Today was a good day.