Big Smarty 1

Big Smawty
> You are Big Smawty who leads fluffies
> You are a large unicorn, your fluff is red, your mane is black, and you have red eyes
> Your name is Thunder
> Your mommah gave you the name because you were strong and scary
> Sitting on your throne like stump singed black and splinted on the sides by a lightning bolt you watch your herd
> You're not good with numbers but Twig is smart, he keeps track of the fluffies for you
> He has brown fluff, a short brown tail, and a green mane
> Even for a unicorn he is small
> Twig is sitting beside you counting, looking at the field, flowers, bush nummies, and the fluffies eating them
> Twig is good at keeping your herd fed
> He knows when nummies are running low, and makes sure you know too
> "Fundow, da hewd is tuu big, fwuffies nee new nummies soon, hafta weave safe pwace"
> Twig is the only fluffy who calls you by your name
> He's small and weak but brave and smart, you've been friends since you could remember
"Twig, how wong fwuffies haff befow nuu nummies?"
> "Two dawks ow mabbeh fwee, fwuffies haf wotsa mummahs eating nummies..."
> It's true after a big fuzzy munstah attack most of your fluffy boys had big sleepies
> All of the girl fluffies even some fillies barely big enough got special huggies
> The babbehs will make your herd strong again
> But, with no food the babbehs will also have big sleepies
"Fwuffies nee guu to Cowd pwace..."
> Cold isn’t a place or temperature, but another smarty
> He is smart too, and he has lots of nummies he will share with you
> His herd lives at the foot of the big cowd wock
> During the cowd time he visits your herd and you share your nummies
> Now it’s his turn to share
> You haven't seen Cowd in a long time
"Hewd! Wissen tuu big smawty!"
> You bellow like thunder through the clearing
> A few foals make scawed peepee
> The rest look at you eager for your words
> The herd adores you
"Hewd nuu haff nummies soon! Fwuffies nee guu to offa pwace fow nummies! Smawty fwiend Cowd haff nummies! We guu to fwiend Cowd!"
> The herd cheers, several mares cry big happy tears at the thought of returning to their home and seeing their families
> After a day of preparation a pile of food is ready and the fluffies go to sleep early
> In the morning the mares and stallions are loaded with grass, berries, and leaves
"Heewd keep fwuffy mummahs an bebbehs safe on moff, nuu wet mummahs huwty"
> Twig and your boys listen intently
> A young blue unicorn colt however is playing with a pwetty buggie instead of listening
"COWT! WHAT YOUW NAME?"
> The colt makes scared peepee and shivers with is tail tucked and ears flat
> "F-f-f-f-f-fwuffy named gwa-"
"Nuu! Fwuffy name dummy!"
> The colt looks confused
> "Fwuffy nuu name dummy fwuffy name gwa-"
> You boop him on the nose
> "OWIES! WHY HUWT GWAS-"
> You boop him again a trickle of blood flows
"YOUW NAME DUMMY, good fwuffies get good names, bad fwuffies get owies and dummy name"
> He's crying and hugging his face
> "Gwa... d-d-d-dummy sowwyyyy pwease Big Smawty! Nuu wan be Dummy! Fwuffy good!"
"Wissen tu Big Smawty when tawk ow get owies, fwuffies who dun wissen get big huwties"
> "Otay! Otay! Fwuffy wissen!"
> You don't like disciplining the little colt, he's barely big enough to help the herd and it’s his first move
> But, fluffies that don't listen can get biggest owies from bad munstahs and bad nummies can make fluffies sickies
> Fluffies have to listen to their mummahs, daddehs, and smawty if they want to get big
> You sigh and return to oversee the preparations
> The boys are loaded with food and mummahs are ready to roll
> You lead the herd through the forest to the base of big cowd wock
> The journey is perilous
> A stream of cold wawa could make the fluffies sick, and drown foals
> Luckily a tree friend has made a bridge for the fluffies, you should thank the tree friends
> You leave a berry on a leaf for the tree, he's a good tree, good trees get good nummies
> Continuing on your journey the gweat fwuffies are seen
> The largest gweat fwuffies have huge scary horns that look like thorns
> They're a good thing, gweat fwuffies can sense bad munstahs
> The gweat fwuffies flick their little tails as they eat from the top of bush nummies
> They aren't scared and leave you alone, gweat fwuffies are nuu mean but can give biggest owies to fluffies who get too close
> You silently thank the gweat fwuffies
> Then the big bwight begins to get sleepy
> Your herd finds a big tree to hide in
> The trees are being very nice this time, once before the trees were all skinny and gave a bunch of fluffies owies when they went sweepie ontop of fluffies
> But, the trees don't stop a bad stwipe poofy from stealing a foal in the night
> The mummah was too close to the opening and her foal was on her back
> The little paws of the bwack faced poofy grab the foal so quick its squeaks for help are heard too late
> It's desperate chirps are heard being taken far away until they are silenced in the distance
> The mummah is so sad she cries with her only other foal all night
> In the morning fluffies eat some of the nummies you brought
> A bad filly takes some of the red berries and leaves used for gifts
> She gets sorry taiw huwties and has to walk for a while her legs exhausted and her cheeks caked from crying
> She is returned to her mommah's fluff and rides quietly for the rest of the trip
> Soon the big trees become pointy trees
> Now you're in the land of Cowd