The Story Of Leaf

You, Leaf, the lime-green pegafluff, always tried to be a good pony. You always tried to make poopies in the litterbox, not bug Daddy, and never ever ever misbehaved. You didn't want the Sorry Stick.

The sorry-stick. You still are scared at the thought of it. Whenever you tried to hug Daddy, he would get angry. "Time for the Sorry Stick!" he would grin. He'd smack the thin cane across poopie place, and it would hurt for a while. He liked it when you hurt.

One day, you got out of the saferoom. You were dirty, unkempt, and hadn't been fed in a day--You had accidentally made poopies out of the litterbox. You somehow get to the Sgetties cabinent without falling, and grab the handle with both forehooves. You open it, and pour out the Sgetties onto the floor. Daddy hears it. You cower. "P-pwease, Fwuffy hungwy, no wan' Sowwy Stick, pwease!"

Daddy laughs. "No Sorry Stick today, Flufftard." he grins. "Today is Daddy Juice." He makes juice from his peepee, and makes you eat it. "P-pwease no Daddy Juice!"

He just laughs and throws you against the saferoom wall. The abuse is heard by the neighbor, who looks up Daddy Juice. Horrified, he calls the nice blue suits. They take you to the shelter. Daddy goes to sleep.


You get a new home. A new fwend. A new Daddy. No Sowwy Stick. No Daddy Juice. You love your family. You love Carrot, and Lavender, and Flame, and Aqua, and Grass. You love your family.

You cuddle closer to your family. You love your family.

You dream of your new life. Your new Daddy.



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Nearby, the owner of these fluffies smiles from the doorway. And so does Leaf. "Love you," he whispers. "No Sorry Stick, I promise."

Lights out.