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- Herding 1
- > In a small plot of land on the outskirts of suburbia sits a picturesque farm
- > On the edge of the property is a grassy acre meant for horses
- > Closest to the house on the edge of the field lies a chicken coop and a small shed
- > From within small adorable snores are heard
- > A thin man with jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of filthy boots opens the small vertical door on the shed
- > "Good morning little guys, time to eat"
- > Soft morning light floods into the dark room illuminating a rather large pile of colorful blobs who mewl groggily
- > With several adorable little yawns and sleepy eyes they emerge from the padded shed into the early morning light
- > Soft hooves trod on the stained quilting past their large litter box and water supply into the doorway
- > Two at a time they waddle out
- > One trips on the wooden ramp squealing and rolling around
- > "HEWP! HUWTIES! OWIES! OWWWIEEESSS!"
- > The farmer picks up the squealing fluffy and examines the wound
- > A bruise is already forming on the left eye and splinters are on it's cheek
- > Breathing a sigh the farmer retrieves a pair of tweezers from his back pocket
- > "I swear, this happens every day..."
- > He's right, well every other day, but it's practically a morning routine for this poor fluffy
- > One by one he plucks the large splinters from the whining and wiggling fluffy
- > "Hold still, I'm taking the pain away..."
- > "owies! owies! Nuu wike! owies!"
- > With a bleeding cheek and swollen eye the fluffy is set down amid already hugging fluffies
- > "Fwiend huwties, haff owchies, huggies make bettaw..."
- > The herd hugs the wounded friend till he stops crying
- > While this happens the farmer opens his chicken coop and begins to pick out eggs
- > Like every morning the chickens quickly spread out
- > Causing curious fluffies to try and hug their feathered friends
- > Pegasus especially love the chicken friends
- > Unlike fluffies however, chickens don't take well to hugs
- > Several pecks later and a half dozen crying fluffies flee from their neighbors
- > You would think they'd learn after two weeks of this
- > Dams are rolled into the nearby acre of grass and begin grazing while foals play around them
- > Large trees hang over the nearby pond which a few fluffies drink bravely from
- > It's a fairly idyllic life for fluffies
- > The wooden fence is lined with chicken wire to keep fluffies in and most critters out
- > Grass, flowers, a safe fence, water, and all the special hugs they could want
- > Feisty chickens aside the place is wonderful
- > "Fwiends! Smawty gon take hewd way fwom dummy hoomin!"
- > Well, wonderful for most fluffies
- > These fluffies were born on the farm, but some were picked up as ferals in the surrounding area
- > They still long for human food and the legendary spaghetti, which the farmer makes none of
- > "Dummy hoomin nuu haff good nummies! Ownwy dummeh gwassies an fwowwows!"
- > A large pink and green unicorn shouts to the gathered young fluffies all only a few weeks old
- > The rest ignore him munching on long strands of grass and various weeds
- > With eggs collected and placed in a crate for transport the thin farmer turns to see the commotion
- > "Ey! You better shut your mouth, bad fluffies want to leave!"
- > The stallion is undeterred
- > He even steps towards the thin man and puffs his cheeks
- > "Dummy! Fwuffy duu wha fwuffy wan!"
- > *phhhhhhhhhhhhht*
- > Before he can say another word the farmer has him by the throat
- > "Gah! Heeeeehhh! Heeeehhh! Heeeeh!"
- > Wheezing through the powerful grip the fluffy doesn't even notice he's leaving the fenced acre like he wanted
- > The young fillies and colts attempt to follow waddling at the farmers heels
- > "Woah woah woah, good fluffies stay in the field. Okay?"
- > A particularly observant green filly chimes in, "dat mean dat bad fwuffy?"
- > The farmer smiles and makes a mental note of her intellect
- > "That's right, and bad fluffies get worst owies"
- > The children cringe, even without witnessing "worst owies" they instinctively know it means death
- > "Nuu! Nuu wan wowst owies!"
- > Still gasping for breath the stallion has shit himself and urinated
- > Well experienced with fluffies the farmer holds the wiggling defecating body at arms length
- > Sparing his already filthy pants and boots from more stains
- > "Don't worry my good little fluffies, only bad fluffies get owies."
- > With that he closes the gate and takes his prey to a large stump
- > An ax lodged within the center is amid many deep chop marks all stained a dark brown over time
- > With a quick motion the farmer throws the still defecating body into an orange crate and covers the top with a heavy piece of wood
- > Now choking in air the coughing and wheezing smarty resumes talking
- > "*Gah* *Gah* Duh-Dummy! Wet smawty out! Nuu wike dis pwace!"
- > Silently the farmer retrieves his ax with one hand
- > It isn't one of the two handed wood chopping axes, just a hatchet
- > Moving to his old fashioned grindstone he creates a shower of sparks as he sharpens the blade
- > "Ooooh... Pwetty... Su- D-Du..Dun wan pwetty spawks! Dummeh wet fwuffy out! Wet out ow giff ouchies!"
- > Still silent the farmer doesn't even look over to the imprisoned fluffy while he works
- > Several young fluffies have lined up against the wooden fence
- > Standing on their back legs they peep over a board at the bottom of the fence through the chicken wire
- > Awed by the shower of bright orange sparks
- > "Daddeh... wha happen tuu fwiend?"
- > Looking up for the smart little green filly he simply smiles
- > "He's not your friend. He's a bad fluffy."
- > The smarty is retrieved from the crate and placed upon the stump
- > Then with ax in hand and fluffy held on the stump he says one last thing
- > "And bad fluffies don't get to live"
- > With a flash the ax drops onto the smarties neck
- > The body spasms and twitches as the head begins to cry and tries to mouth how sorry he is
- > Even if the farmer believed him there is nothing that could be done now
- > After only a few seconds the body is motionless and the head stares mouth agape at the now terrified children
- > "NUUUU! NUU BAD! NUU OWCHIES! GUUD FWUFFY! WAAAH!"
- > Thoroughly terrified the fluffies flee to mothers and fathers for comfort
- > All except for a clumsy stallion who has choked himself to death in the chicken wire
- > His body hangs limply as a pile of refuse begins to leak out of his bottom
- > The dead fluffy is hung in a meat house to dry out, his head is left out for the vultures
- > Recovered from the fence the unfortunate young stallion has his throat silt and his hung from the rack as well
- > Soon each fluffy that witnessed the slaughter will forget the event
- > But, they will never forget to be good fluffies
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