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Battle at Boulder Bridge/ Part 1

Jun 26th, 2012
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  1. You can't believe your fucking eyes. There are so many of them that it's literally impossible to fathom. Are you dreaming, are you dead, what the hell is that putrid smell!? Questions litter your mind, but eventually you come to a halting conclusion; a conclusion that makes your skin go pale, your heart skip a beat, and your stomach turn: you have a shitload of fluffies.
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  3. Living as far out in the wilderness has it's advantages: peace, quiet, tranquility, and no bar room skanks trying to fuck you out of your life savings, yet it also has—yes—fluffies. Feral fluffies take to the wilderness like it's their nature, but mostly because it doesn't have, 'dum hoomans!' to gut them in some damp basement or no one trying to grind them into compost (you admit that you're guilty of that). They tend to wander aimlessly and claim territory as they form makeshift herds, but soon forgetting their land as their curiosity takes them away.
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  5. As you look in awe as near seventy fluffies frolic about, you notice something completely out of place about them; they have established order within their group: You see the dams and their foals in one section of the lakeside being closely watched over by 12 colts who surround them, there are 20 or so teaching the younger ones how to 'pway' and 'huggie'. To the left you see another dozen and a half surrounding who you make out to be the smarty friend who they call, “powufuw weader”.
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  7. >"smawty wan nummies for mummies wiff big bewwy!"
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  9. The others look around and ask each other if they have any food for the pregnant mares to the frustration of the smarty.
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  11. >"nuuu, go fin nummies in fowest! Or smawty gib big ouchies!"
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  13. This gets their attention as they cower away from the smarty, 'f-fwuffy find food fow mummies..pwease no owies!' , 'nuu hewt fwuffy, wisten to smawty now', 'huwwy into fowest or mistuh pinchy kiww!'. The group of 26 or so quickly vanish into the foliage as the smarty friend sits down and yawns.
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  15. A smile forms on your face as you watch them play and go about their routines. You wonder how long they could have been here without your knowledge, and how they've survived in such great numbers. I mean, you come out to the lake every few weeks, but for them to have set up shop so quickly is beyond you. After about several hours of intense observation, well out of their sight, you go back to your cabin and fall asleep. Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a fun day for you.
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