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- >You are a fluffy pony.
- >You are not a beautiful fluffy pony: your fluff is of a metallic - and not particularly pleasing – shade of blue,
- your mane and tail are dullish red and your left ear is nothing more than a mangled stub. But you don’t care.
- >You’re strong and tough… As much as a fluffy can be, obviously.
- >And, most importantly, you’re a guardian. You’ve sworn to protect the place where you live at the cost of your
- life, from whatever invader may come.
- >You’ve never lost.
- > “Fowwow smawty! Smawty fin’ gud pwace fo’ hewd! Wossa gwassies, no munstas!”.
- >From your hiding place behind your favourite bush, you look at the herd trying to invade the sacred field. How foolish!
- They will pay soon enough.
- >The “smarty friend” leading them is a lilac unicorn stallion. Some toughie friends trot alongside him, looking
- around all menacing. One of them is almost as big as you.
- >You’re not worried. You’ve fought against bigger herds, after all.
- >One of the smaller stallions of the herd – he was probably considered just a colt until a couple of dark times ago
- – tries to take a timid nibble from the grass around him, but he’s promptly smacked on the snout and left sobbing on
- the ground by one of the toughie friends. “Stupit stawwion!”, the smarty friend sneers at him. “Nu can eat untiw
- smawty an’ toughie fwends eat! Den fwuffy mummas can eat, den west of hewd!”.
- >“S-sowwy…”, the young stallion whines, sniffling. “Nu wan huwties…”.
- >You can see there are a couple of round fluffy mummas, being rolled around by dutiful attendants and babbling about
- their soon to be born babies.
- >You silently hope you won’t need to hurt them to make the herd go away.
- >Some seconds later, the worst possible thing actually happen: the smarty friend notices the patch of sacred flowers.
- >“Smeww pwetty nummies!”, he exclaims, eagerly approaching it. “Wan’ eat dose”.
- >Oh, no, you won’t.
- >No fluffy will eat a single one of the sacred flowers, not until you stand on guard.
- >You jump out of your hiding place, putting yourself between the patch and the smarty friend. “Smawty fwend go ‘way
- now”, you growl at him while you lower your head, preparing to charge at him in case he doesn’t comply.
- >They never do.
- >“Stupit fwuffy go ‘way, ow smawty gif big ouchies!”, he says, puffing his cheeks. He’s trying to look
- intimidating.
- >You’re not impressed.
- >A couple of the toughie friends could maybe be a problem, but as you said, you fought worse battles. Your missing left
- ear is the proof of your valour in combat.
- >“Go ‘way”, you repeat, slowly. “No wan’ gif ouchies, bu’ gif if haf to”.
- >The smarty chuckles derisively. “Smawty gif biggest ouchies den”. He then charges at you, along with his toughie
- friends. The rest of the herd just stares at you from afar. They look concerned, especially the fluffy mummas.
- >You prepare yourself for the upcoming fight. At least the smarty friend isn’t staying behind the front line, this
- time. Last one you had to fight tried to use a fluffy mumma as a shield. You gave him biggest ouchies for being such a
- spineless coward.
- >The first toughie friend tries to bop your nose with one of his front hooves. He’s a earthie, just like you, but not
- quite as big. You avoid his attack and manage to buck another one of the toughies – a red and green pointy – right
- in the side. You hear a satisfying “Oooof!” coming out of his mouth, and he crumbles on the ground, crying about
- “bewwy bad owwies!”.
- >One of the other toughie friends seemingly forgets he’s fighting against you and tries to hug his hurt friend. A hoof
- to his face takes care of him.
- >Now only the smarty and one of the toughies still are in condition to fight. The lilac unicorn starts looking uneasy
- and concerned. “S-stop gif huwties to toughie fwends!”, he barks at you. “Fwuffy meanie, fwuffy bad!”.
- >The toughie, meanwhile, tries to sneak around you, probably to held your tail so that the smarty could give you face
- ouchies. You immediately notice what he’s trying to do, however. In the past, you’ve lost a ear for getting
- distracted while fighting, and that’s a mistake you won’t repeat again.
- >So you wait until the henchpony is behind you and then deliver a strong kick to his snout.
- >The smarty looks around in panic: his toughies are lying on the ground, mewling pathetically and trying to hug
- themselves in a futile attempt to stop the pain. “N-n-nuuuu! Dis hewd pwace now! Why stupit fwuffy huwt toughies?”.
- >You look down at the smarty. You’re a good head taller than him, after all. “Smawty take hewd an’ go ‘way NOW.
- No wan’ gif huwties to mummas, but gif if haf to”.
- >The unicorn starts trembling and mumbling something, then he suddenly turns about, running towards his herd and crying.
- “Nuu-huu-huu! Dis bad pwace! No wan’ stay hewe, hewd come wiff smawty!”.
- >Less the five minutes later the twenty or so fluffies have left the place, even the toughies you gave ouchies to. You
- look at the patch of sacred flowers with a prideful expression on your muzzle: you performed your duties as a guardian
- as perfectly as always.
- >The door behind you opens. “Lancelot, have you done playing? Dinner’s almost ready!”.
- >Your eyes sparkle. “Yay! Nummies!”. You dart inside the house, and – albeit unconsciously – a subtle yet
- radical transformation occurs: you’re not the strong, mean guardian, terror of the feral herds anymore; now you’re
- just a big, scruffy, goofy house fluffy.
- >Your mommy looks down at you, smiling. “You must be really hungry for playing all day, dearie… That’s why I made
- you spaghetti!”.
- >You start wagging your tail. “Sketties! Wanswot wuv mumma!”. You hug her shin, being as careful as a fluffy pony
- can be. She has white fluff on her head, so you know she’s old. That’s why you protect the sacred flowers for her.
- “Wanswot pwotec’ fwowers today! Meanie fwuffy hewd wan’ eat, bu’ Wanswot gif them sowwy ouchies!”.
- >Your mommy pets your head fluff, gently. “Thank you, Lancelot, you’re my knight in shining armor”. You aren’t
- sure of the exact meaning of those words, but you guess they’re a human way to say that you’re a strong and brave
- fluffy.
- >You eat your foodies in front of the TV. You mommy has a plastic table, and you have your bowl on the ground; when
- you’ve finished your spaghetti you climb on the sofa and nestle alongside mommy. She always gives you some yummy
- treats and scratches you behind your ears when you do that.
- >You still remember the moment when mommy adopted you: you were a lone stray, and you were so hungry, and the flowers in
- that backyard smelled so pretty and seemed SO yummy…
- >But then you mommy – even if, well, she wasn’t your mommy at the time yet – came out the back door, and saw you
- eating the flowers. She didn’t get angry at you, she didn’t make loud noises or tried to make you sleep forever; she
- just stared at you, and she seemed so sad… And that broke your little heart.
- >And you know what? The flowers weren’t even good. They smelled pretty, but tasted yucky.
- >But after you told her you were sorry many and many times, your mommy smiled at you. She scratched behind your ears,
- she gave you a bath, a name, nummies and lots of huggies.
- >And so your promised yourself something: that you would have never, ever let some other fluffy eat the flowers. Because
- mommy loves them, and you love your mommy.
- >Your mommy is the best mommy ever. And sometimes, she does something that makes you hug her with all your might,
- something that makes you feel happy and bubbly inside.
- >She calls you “beautiful”.
- >But that’s not something the other fluffies have to know, right?
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