Brew of Anger

Brew of Anger
> Puddles have formed in the once dry earth
> Tufts of grass and flowers swim amid a veritable sea of water
> As the rain pours down a whimpering is heard in a shallow burrow
> "Mummah, why sky suu saddies? Why wawa faww fow suu wong?"
> The fluffies residing beneath an old tall tree are shivering
> Water gushes down the nearby stream and huge puddles form in the field
> All around water pours from the sky and into every nook and cranny
> Rosy, a solid pink fluffy, trembles in her home clutching her three young foals
> "Mummah dunno, mabeh sky suu saddies bout owdest mummah..."
> The foals were conceived and born during the drought
> But, they were too young to remember the old fluffy
> "Who owdest mummah? Yuu mummah mummah!"
> They giggle at their cleverness
> Their mother simply cries a few small tears which go unnoticed amid the dripping water
> She tries valiantly to keep her foals dry and clean
> Several foals have the sikkies from the cold and wetness
> Mud has caked on their hooves and bellies
> Using her tongue she gently licks off dirt only to have it caked on again later as foals play in the small burrow
> A large puddle has formed at the center just a few inches from the mother and foals
> A dip prevents it from flooding the home, but it is too shallow for this type of downpour
> Her husband Buzzy, a yellow and black unicorn has yet to return from getting nummies
> The small store of food ran out last night
> With the torrential downpour outside and puddle in the burrow leaving babies unattended is ill advised
> The meadow is sopped with two inch deep puddles and a few that would swallow a fluffy whole
> Yet, despite the danger stallions and a few mares are out trying to graze
> It has been raining for two days straight
> Their hunger drives them out of the relative dryness and warmth of their homes
> Mothers milk will become too watery to sustain foals
> Somehow fluffies know this instinctively as "nuu pwetty miwkies"
> Despite fear, discomfort, and danger they brave the downpour
> Slogging through wet fields they stuff their cheeks with grass and flowers
> Unable to speak with all of the food the only voices are cries for help
> "Hewp! Wawa tuu big! Can' swim! HEWP! HE-abogalag! HEWaaglabgaoa!"
> Cries ignored or unheard
> It is too dangerous to try and pull up a flailing fluffy
> Several in the past have been pulled under along with friends
> Like mops without handles they flop through the muck and rain back to home
> Dragging long trails of fluff through the water and dirt
> Cheeks puffed full of food they shake to try and remove the water from their heavy fluff
> One group keeps knocking water onto each other shaking indefinitely
> Eventually stress causes them to beat a young stallion nearly to death
> "YUU MAKE FWUFFIES WET! NUU WIKE WAWA! TEWW STAWP! NUU WISSEN! STUPIT! STUPIT! STUPIT!"
> The fluffies are at wits end
> If nothing else they hate water, especially on their fluff
> Irritable and on edge the stallions slog through muddy banks to their burrows
> Nearly drowning in the puddle at the entrance of his burrow Buzzy manages to make it back to Rosy
> "Husban! Yuu otay! Fankoo husban! Miwkies nuu pwetty, nummies make miwkies bettow!"
> He doesn't smile despite the happy words of his beloved wife
> She doesn't hug the soaked fluffy who spits out un-chewed grass and flowers before her
> "Ewww daddee, nummies nuu pwetty!"
> The closest foal backs up blowing a raspberry at the pile of grass
> He is trying to be silly for his siblings
> Buzzy snaps
> "YUU BAD BEBBEH! BUZZEH WAWKIES IN WAWA AN WET FOW NUMMIES! BAD BEBBEHS GET HUWTIES!"
> Before the mare can react the agitated stallion hits his child across the face
> The blow knocks him into the puddle
> Unable to swim the foal flails its legs splashing and yelling for help
> Instantly mortified Buzzy rushes to try and save his foal who struggles in the shallow water
> "EWP! BAD FWUFF 'UWT! MUMMA! EWP! WAWA! BAD WAWA! EWP! 'UWT! EWP!"
> The father pulls the bleeding soaked foal from the puddle and cries as he tries to lick it dry
> "Daddeh sowwy! Suu sowwy! Nuu mean huwties! Bebbeh good! Nuu bad! Sowwy bebbeh! Daddeh sowwy!"
> The mother pushes her husband into the puddle as she grabs her injured and soaked foal
> "BAD DADDEH HUWT BEBBEHS! BEBBEHS NUU BAD! GUU WAY BAD FWUFFY! WOWSY NUU WUV DOO!"
> Rosy cries as she clutches her bleeding chirping foal staining her chest
> Buzzy cries and a fat dribble of snot flows down his face
> "Nuu-huuu-nuuu-hhhh-uuu-hhh--hhhh huuuuu huuuu huuuu Bu-hhh-uuu-hhhh-uuuuzzzeeee hhhuuuu- sowwwyyy..."
> Tail tucked he trudges out of the burrow head down and crying
> Crying herself the mare licks the bleeding foals nose clean and begins to dry her foal once more
> A similar scene plays out in many burrows
> Some foals aren't as lucky getting colds, drowning, and being beaten by irritable adults
> As technicolored blobs slowly struggle through a wet meadow several gray figures watch on from beneath the tree
> "Gway point... de wawa... sky wawa cwy suu much... tuu much wawa... gway wingie... mebbeh tuu saddies..."
> The gray fluff debate ritual and try to decide what to do
> "Pointeh knuu... suu wet... fwuffies aww cowd an saddies..."
> Point thinks hard
> The zippy bugs and birds are all gone and cannot take the sky good nummies
> Perhaps, if they go to the high rock they can give the sky nummies themselves?
> "Sky saddies... sky cwy wawa... make sky happeh? YES! Make sky happeh!"
> The old gray fluff nod in agreement as they move to the largest burrow holding the herd's food supply
> Inside a large collection of roots sits dozens of leaves covered with various stages of fermenting berries
> Other foods for ritual are also here; nuts, blue berries, edible red flowers from pointy stems, among others
> As emotionally unstable stallions graze outside distraught mares cry for foals, colts, and fillies
> "*cough* *Cough* Muuhhmuuuhh... bebbbbeehhh tuuuummmehhhh huwwwwtttt.... *cough* Nuuu... feww pwetteh..."
> The mare clutches her diseased child who slowly but steadily poops tiny dribbles from minute to minute
> "Dun wowwy bebbeh, bad poopies otay, haff sikkies, juss feww bettah, nuu wowwy bou bad poopi...*Cough*"
> With many stallions kicked out of their burrows over the next day between light and heavy rains they huddle in a pile
> Crying and complaining about, "meanie mummahs" "dummy sky" and "Tuu much wawa"
> Many have sikkies themselves and spread it quickly through the herd
> Then they see the old gray fluff carrying leaf after leaf of their precious silly nummies out to the field of water
> "What gway fwuff doin? Make wawa nuu saddies?"
> The gray fluff struggle even more than their young counterparts in the watery field
> Trying to keep the leaves afloat and in their teeth proves more difficult than expected
> Before he can gasp for help an old pegasus accidentally steps in a hole now filled with water
> Already totally submerged the other gray fluff don't notice a sudden disappearance
> Swallowed up by the water
> They soldier on heading to the edge of the clearing where a large stone juts out from the ground
> It is only five feet high at the tip but is climbable
> The highest point fluffies can reach on their own
> Closest to the sky
> But, before they can arrive they are blown apart slowly but steadily from one another
> With leaves abandoned the silly nummies are lost and now the old nearly blind fluffies cannot see the tree or rock
> They're lost in a sea of water with no help in sight
> Totally alone and weak from treading water only two eventually return to the tree
> Point and his oldest surviving friend an earth pony with a faded green and brown body named bark
> "Wha happen tuu offa gway fwuffies?"
> The stallions are eager for news and hopeful that the sky is made happy
> "F.. fwuffies nuu get nummies tuu sky... tuu much wawa... gway fwuffies gowne... onwy point an bawk weft..."
> The stallions are saddened by the loss of old parents and elders crying and hugging
> But, around a third are enraged
> "YUU DUMMY FWUFFIES WET SIWWY NUMMIES GUU?! SKY HAFF MOW SADDIES FOW GWAY FWUFFY FWIEND! NEFFA STAWP CWYIN!"
> Through tears and blind rage they begin to beat their old earth pony father who is too weak to fight back
> Shock causes the other stallions to run for their old burrows
> He dies quietly surrounded by screams and tears
> Then they turn on Point
> "YUU DID DISS! SKY SUUUU SADDIES IT NEFFA STAWP CWYIN! BAD FWUFFY! BAD FWUFFY GET HUWTIES!"
> Barely managing to escape Point makes his way into the heart of the tree
> Behind the food storage is a bark wall which he pushes aside
> Pulling it back he sits in a tiny room surrounded by darkness and cries for vengeance
> Raiding the store room the stallions eat their fill of the remaining silly nummies and tribute food
> They're the tastiest things they've ever eaten
> "Dummy fwuffies hide guud nummies fwom hewd! Nuu need dummy fwuffies! Dis Smawties hewd now!"
> A blue and black unicorn declares himself smarty
> This doesn't last long
> Soon several unicorns are fighting and killing in a drunken fury over leadership
> Even a few pegasus and earth fluffies join the fight
> Stallions who stumbled out of the tree find mares and foals in burrows
> Too drunk to remember or care for their former herd they brutally mount mares and fillies alike
> Fathers desperately fight off their drunken former friends
> Several are too weak or give up the defense
> Soon the herd is in full panic mode
> A thick field of water around their home traps them with the enraged, drunk, and violent stallions
> For nearly two hours the once peaceful and happy herd is practically drowned in an orgy of violence and sex
> Soon, stallions are sick and begin vomiting as mares mewl for lost or wounded children comforted by wounded husbands
> All around the tree tired, upset, wet, and injured fluffies cry out for help
> This is when the old gray fluff emerges
> In his mouth he drags a leaf full of small purple berries
> Going to each of the sick fluffies he gives a berry
> "Dese nummies make huwties guu way..."
> The injured and greedy fluffies gobble up the berries he supplies
> "Yuu giff mow ulk.. nummies tuu smawty! Nee nummi..e...s......"
> One by one they slump over
> Dead
> Too concerned with their own injuries the stallions don't notice the fate of their friends and rivals
> Fathers and mothers watch on in horror as their old kind elder sews quiet death on the bad fluffies
> During this grim display the herd doesn't even notice the sun emerge
> Too entranced by their oldest daddy
> Angrier than they have ever seen him