Four and No More

>A skinny abandoned fluffy mare with three skinny foals paces the sidewalks outside the restaurant.
>A homeless man passes by, heading to the restaurant's dumpster, and the fluffy pony calls to him.
>"Mista! Mista! Hewp fwuffy!"
>"Eh?" He looks around distractedly.
>"Mista, fwuffy smeww nummies! Pwease, give nummies fo' goo' fwuffy!"
>"Fuck off, I don't even have enough money to feed m'self! Little shit-vermin..."
>"Fwuffy goo' fwuffy!" she insists. "Pwease, behbies hungwy! Nee' nummies!"
>"What a fucking coincidence, so am I! Little asshole, you understand English?"
>"Pweeeease mista, fwuffy so hungwy! Nee' nummies fo' fwuffy an' behbies!"
>"You're not even fucking listening!" the bum rants. "I'm so hungry I could eat a fluffy pony!"
>He snatches up one of the foals and turns his back on her, making lip-smacking noises as he bobs his head over it.
>"Nuuu! Nu eat behbie!" the mare screams.
>"Ahhh," he sighs, then mimes the act of wiping his dirty mouth on his sleeve, raises the dumpster lid, and drops the foal into the rubbish with a thunk.
>Even bums aren't desperate enough to eat an uncooked urban stray fluffy pony.
>"That was a nice appetizer! Let's see what else is in here."
>He searches through the dumpster and comes up with a full takeout box of unwanted meatball sub.
>Then turns a load of still-hot coffee grounds over on the gagged foal out of spite.
>"Pwease, give back behbie!" cries the mare; he gives her a kick as he walks off with his find.
>"Like I'd eat his dirty ass! I threw him the fuck away!"

>A skinny, crying, abandoned fluffy mare with two skinny foals sits sulking outside the restaurant.
>A corporate suit passes by, heading down the block to happy hour, and the fluffy pony calls to him.
>"Mista! Mista! Hewp fwuffy!"
>"Eh?" He looks around irritably.
>"Mista, fwuffy smeww nummies! Fwuffy wan' behbie! Pwease, give to goo' fwuffy?"
>"The fuck? You shits are everywhere anymore. I'm not feeding you, go die."
>"Fwuffy goo' fwuffy!" she insists. "Pwease, nummies and behbie in metaw fing!"
>"What? Your baby's in the dumpster? Hey, don't touch my fucking pants, you shitstain!"
>"Sowwy! Fwuffy so hungwy bu' munsta took behbie an' put in fing! Munsta no hewp!"
>The suit picks up one of the foals.
>"He just picked it up, like this?"
>"Wight!" she affirms.
>He holds it over the dumpster. "And he held it over the dumpster, like this?"
>"Wight..."
>"And then he just let it go, like this?"
>Plop.
>"NUUUU! Give behbie back!" cries the mare; the suit gives her a kick as he leaves.
>"Like I'd help your dirty ass! Drop dead and stop littering my streets!"

>A skinny, sobbing, abandoned fluffy mare with one skinny foal is hunched over outside the restaurant.
>A dishwasher passes by, heading home from working inside, and the fluffy pony calls to him.
>"Mista... mista, pweeease hewp fwuffy?"
>"¿Eh?" He looks around tiredly.
>"Mista, fwuffy nee' nummies bu' munsta take behbie an' put in fing!"
>"¿Que pasa? ¡Va al infierno, caballo mullido!"
>"Wh-wha? Pwease hewp, mista! Fwuffy hungwy, an' nummies an' behbies in fingy!"
>"¡Estúpida! No tengo comida y no me preocupa."
>The dishwasher picks up the last foal and dropkicks it into the dumpster with a high arc; it lands in a pile of old lettuce with a wet thud.
>"¡Eyyyy! ¡Gooooooal!"
>"NUUUU! PWEASE NO TAKE BEHBIE!" screams the mare; he gives it a kick as he walks away.
>"¡Llevar a su casa culo sucio! !Gano cuatros dólares por hora y tu quieres queharse sobre los bebés caballos mullidos!"

>A skinny, bawling, abandoned fluffy mare with no skinny foals is lying on the sidewalk outside the restaurant.
>A drunken redneck staggers by, heading in every direction at once, and the fluffy pony calls to him.
>"Pwease -snif- hewp, mista..."
>"Eh?" He looks around and around.
>"Fwuffy onwy wan' nummies bu' munstas take behbies! Behbies in fing!"
>"Well sheeit... in the fuckin' dumpster? That ain't no place to be."
>The drunk picks up the fluffy mare and carries her unsteadily to the dumpster.
>"This where they are, darlin'?" He holds her up over the rim as they peer in together.
>"Yes! Fank you, nice mista! Fwuffy wuv yuu!"
>"Well damn, it ain't much to ask-" A rustle of brown-black fur catches his eye as the coffee-stained foal moves with the last of its energy.
>"-SHIT! Is that a fuckin' giant rat? I ain't fuckin' with that shit!"
>He lets go of the fluffy, still perched on the dumpster rim, and takes off; she starts tipping in, scrabbling at the sides with her little hooves to try not to fall.
>"HEWP! PWEASE NO WEAVE FWUFFY!"
>"Kiss my dirty ass! I don't need no fucking bubonic plague!"

>A gorged, giggling, abandoned fluffy mare with three gorged foals is sitting in the dumpster behind the restaurant.
>The pony and her foals play and cuddle on top of the nearly endless mountain of stale bread and old-but-edible veggies inside the dumpster.
>There aren't actually any rats living in this dumpster, only four fluffy ponies.
>Several hunched, sleek shapes pass by, on their way to look for something to eat, and the fluffy pony calls to them.
>"Hewwo? Someone hewp fwuffy? Fwuffy no mowe hungwy, can out now?"
>"Hisssss!"
>Because the rats live in hiding, and only visit the dumpster for fresh food.