A Moment of Peace part 2

A Moment of Peace - part 2 By Toran

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Continuing the story of a boy who loses his mother to the world's first recorded fluffy perpetrated homicide.


"Local woman first known murder victim of fluffy ponies, details at six."

Not that we knew at the time.
It was two months after her death that anyone even considered it, moms death was considered an unfortunate accident.
The story broke when a man with his groceries crossed the highway overpass walkway and noticed a dark
brown fluffy hiding behind the permanent, stone trash can up there.
It's right at the top of the steps, only a foot to one side.
He kept walking but the fluffy suddenly darted out and tried to get between his legs, he dropped the bags and barely saved himself by grabbing the railing.
Shocked, he watched the fluffy roll down the stairs screaming and bounce to a stop.
Then from the surrounding bushes a bunch more appeared and dragged it away.
He didn't tell anyone (just another fluffy doing something stupid) until mom's death hit the local news and had learned how she died.
Owning two fluffies himself, he knew they could occasionally be a bit smarter than usually given credit for.
He contacted the cops, I guess they laughed him off for a while.
It wasn't until one detective, just out of sheer boredom looked into it and found two other injuries reported on those same steps in the last five months.
The town hospital had records of a couple people mentioning falls at the overpass.
One got off with bumps and bruises, the other a broken arm.
They all were carrying brown grocery bags.
Both of them mentioned a fluffy "accidentally" getting between their legs right before the fall.
Thing is, these are just the incidents that were reported.
Who knows how many near misses and dropped bags there have been over time?
Fluffies can live for like eight or nine years at the most, they could have been at it for a long time.

Detective Einstein (ya that's his real name, poor bastard must have had a hard childhood) spoke with animal
control and learned a bit about the local feral herds.
The guy really put some effort into something most cops would have turned their noses up at.
Turns out he never liked fluffies, they keep eating his flowers.
I still e-mail him every once in a while, he's a good guy.
Both him and the jogger who got the ball rolling are solid people.
I owe them both.

The detective had put a little camera into an old newspaper box facing the stairs and checked it every day
after work.
He recorded lots of fluffy movement in the bushes, especially around sunset.
Then it happened, darker colored fluffies were sent up the steps and seemed to be hiding behind the stone
trash can.
Practicing.
One or two fell down on their own, they were dragged off by the herd.
There must have been at least fifty fluffies in that group, lots of dark colored ones especially.
In fact, only the darker ones were sent up to practice by the trash can.
Their smarty friend was dusty grey, picking her out was tough.
You don't see many earth smarties, but she was the biggest one.
The camera even caught them trying to trip a girl about my age with a grocery bag.
Luckily she saw the fucker and tried talking to it.
When they showed us the tape I didn't laugh as the fluffy freaked and rolled down the stairs.
I was way too mad to laugh.

Animal control had caught the herd that same day, I'd bet they did it while I was at the station to keep me from going out and stomping every last one of those fucking monsters right then.
I did manage to hunt down one or two that got away.
I wasn't thinking clearly then, if I had been they would have died after days of the worst I could come up with instead of just crushing them.
To this day I regret that.
Detective Einstein (ok I gave him a little shit for that too at first) even "questioned" the smarty, she was a real top notch cunt according to him.
Screaming about humans having her herd, demanding "Wet hewd go", "take bestest nummies fo' mummahs" and "kiw aw munstas".
A real life killer fluffy.
They never got anything out of her, but the dumber members of the bitch's herd were glad to tell him all about making "dummy hoomans fall to get bestest nummies" for a few pieces of fluffy chow.
Holy shit, what I wouldn't have given to have a day or two with that herd to myself.
Never got the chance of course, they were all put down after a judge heard what they had to say and watched the video.
If things ended there, maybe I wouldn't have beaten the fuck out of those people.
Maybe my sister wouldn't be doing her mattress impression for every guy in school.
Maybe dad wouldn't have given up on being happy.

But hey, why should we have closure and peace right?


End Part 2