A simple wish

”Daddeh, wan’ fwy”.
>It’s been five days since your fluffy started saying he wants to fly.
>Usually you can use a cookie to distract him long enough that he forgets entirely what he was asking.
>Not this time.
>His peanut brain must have short-circuited and now the only thing he can think of is flying.
>Not even a reset with a pair of alligator clips seems to help.
“Daddeh, wan’ fwy”.
>You explain to your fluffy that fluffies aren’t supposed to fly.
>He doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. He keeps pestering you about flying; he’s not interested in his ball, his blocks or spaghettis anymore.
>You’ve read somewhere online that a guy built a custom potato gun to make his fluffy “fly”, and decide to do the very same thing.
>Next weekend, you go to the middle of nowhere with your fluffy. He must have somehow understood what you’re going to do, because he keeps babbling excitedly.
“Fwuffy fwy! Fwuffy wuv daddeh!”.
>When you arrive in a remote field, you lay a couple of mattresses on the ground and put the squirming fluffy inside the potato gun.
“Try to land on the pillows, okay?”.
“Otay daddeh! Fwuffy fwy on piwwows!”
>You press the button on the potato gun, until the pressure launches your fluffy into the sky.
“FWUFFY FWYYYYYYYYYYYYY! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
>In a couple of seconds, he reaches his momentum.
“FWUFFY FWYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-”
>SPLAT
>You sigh, pick up the corpse of your fluffy pony and toss it inside the nearest bush.
>He was an earth fluffy, after all.