Fluffy Pony Observations

>Fluffy Pony Observations.
>Head out to woods with binoculars.
>Find the herd.

>Fluffy pony poops.
>Fluffy pony sits down, splattering her bottom in poop.
>"No smew pwetty," she cries.
>Gets up, walks in a circle, sits right back down in her poop.
>"Bottom sticky..." she cries.  "No smew pwetty!"

>Unicorn fluffy spots an apple growing on a tree.
>Other fluffies gather around as he tries to magic it down.
>His horn looks like it might melt by the time the apple snaps.
>Falls and lands on a fluffy pony's head.
>"Owchie!"  She starts crying.
>Another fluffy pony snatches the apple and runs off.
>Unicorn fluffy didn't notice, looks around for apple.
>"Where nummies go?  Fwuffy hungwy!  Nummies?  Where..."
>Unicorn fluffy starts sobbing next to injured friend.

>Two fluffy pegasi are standing on a boulder.
>They're only three feet above the ground.
>"Fwuffy scawed.  Too high!" one whines.
>She poops herself.  "No smew pwetty!"
>The other pegasus looks more confident.
>"Fwuffy fwy!  Fwuffy fwy off wock!"
>He flaps his wings (not nearly fast enough).
>He leaps off the rock and lands face-first on the grass.
>He starts crying.  "Why wingies no work?  Fwuffy wan' fwy!"
>"No smew pwetty!"  He's pooped himself...

>A pregnant mare is too big to walk.
>Her feet wiggle constantly.
>"Fwuffy gonna be mummah!" she coos repeatadly.
>"Fwuffy hungwy, need foodies!"
>A fluffy next to her gets up.  "Fwuffy bwing big mummah fwiend foodies!"
>"Yay!  Wuv fwiend!"
>The helpful fluffy finds a strawberry.  Picks it up with his mouth.
>Brings it back to the pregnant mare.
>Instead of giving it to her, he looks at it, and starts eating it himself.
>"No!" the mare cries. "Foodies for fwuffy?  Pwease?"
>"But fwuffy hungwy... Go fin' own foodies!"
>This repeats three times during your observations...

>A pregnant mare looks like she's gone into labor.
>"Big poopy!" she cries in agony.  "Fwuffy no wike!"
>A fluffy pony hugs her to help the pain.
>The hug seems to have helped squeeze the first foal out.
>Baby fluffy foal lands on grass and is crying.
>"Babehs?" the mare's eyes go wide with joy and tears.  "Babehs comin' now?"
>"Babehs come out of mummah!" another fluffy pony cheers.
>"Pway!  Pway with babehs!"  "Fwuffy wuv babeh fwuffies!"
>Four more squeezes later, five baby foals are tumbling about on the grass.
>The mother cuddles them against her belly, and starts licking them clean.
>"Fwuffy wuv her babehs.  Good babehs."
>You're pretty sure one's not moving...
>It'll be a while before she notices.

>Night is falling.  It's quickly getting cold.
>The herd of fluffies gathers into a big hugging pile of fluffies.
>With no "smarty" alpha to tell them how to do everything...
>The fluffies while trying to sleep in the cold, keep pooping.
>Naturally, if it's not straight on another fluffy pony, it gets rolled in soon enough.
>For hours, it's nothing but cries of "No smew pwetty!" "Fwuffy cold..." "Gwassies have poopies!  Fwuffy hungwy..."
>As desperate as they are for grass to eat, they'll end up covering half the grove in poop,
>And then have to leave a week's worth of grass behind.
>God these things are dumb.