Weaning Sickness

Weaning Sickness

*Special note* F> fluffy and H> human.


F>  	You are a fluffy baby, you love mummah!  She has milkies and huggies and wuv and is now floating away from you... WAIT NUU! "Nuu! Wan mummah! Mummah! Mummah hewp!" But, mummah doesn't even lift her head! The mean mister man is holding you and taking you away from her. She cries a bit but hugs your sissy and brother, those meanies! How come you can't stay with mu-oof! It's dark! You don't like the dark!

H>  	You're a father named Brent and your daughter has just picked out a foal for adoption.  The mother was afraid of losing all her children and only mewled quietly as she hugged her remaining children, oblivious of their siblings fate.  The foal was quickly placed into a cardboard carrier, the same kind used to carry hamsters and gerbils.  The foal complains and cries for its mother while your daughter peeks over the counter at the box.  "Daddy, is the little pony sad? Should we bring his mommah?" You were afraid she'd ask, "No honey, the mother needs to take care of her other babies. We are going to take care of this fluffy." She seems sad for the little colt, but soon they'll both forget about the crying mother.  You hope.

F>  	The Meanie meanie man took you from mummah! Then some other meanies carried you even further away! You didn't know there was so much away you could go!  Eep! Bright! Too bright! The little meanie opened the box and was talking to you.  "Hello there cutie, you're so cute!" Cute? What's that? You don't know but it sounds nice, cute. "Bebbeh wuv cyute! Make happee!" You try to hug her but some meanie tells her to close the box.  "Nuu! Nuu dawk! Wet bebbeh out!" The meanie and the little mistaw keep talking, but you don't understand most of it.  Then after a long long time you're being carried again and are put down.

H>  	After a short drive and putting the fluffy on the kitchen table you take the fluffy out and set him down.  "Damn..." You whisper under your breath, "this guy still needs milk..." Seems like the sales clerk lied about the weaning.  Your daughter on the other hand is quite excited to bottle feed the fluffy.  The next week is filled with waking early to a crying fluffy, bottle feeding several times a day, and several spankings over discipline issues.  But, like most fluffies Cutie Honey grows up fast and is ready for weaning. Though your daughter named and fed him she isn't rigorous enough with discipline to wean him, often she over fed the colt as he suckled causing him to vomit milky puddles a few steps from where he was set down.  This week she is going to her grandparent’s home for a visit.  Well, by your guess he's big enough to eat solid foods no time like the present.

F>  	You love your new mommah! She gave you a name, Cutie Honey, you love your name! It sounds so nice! She gave you milkies and hugs and wuv and is the bestest mummah! Daddie isn't very nice though... He gives you spankies and yells at you and is a meanie poopie head, but you don't want more spankies so you don't tell him.  You sleep on your fluffy cozy bed at mommahs side, but when you wake up and call for milkies daddy shows up!  Where is mummah? "Mummah? Whew mummah? Daddie, when mummah giff miwkies?" daddy speaks quietly like when he's trying to get you to listen real close, "Honey today we're going to give you something really yummy." You're so excited! "Is bestest miwkies?!"

H>  	What the hell are bestest milkies?  "Nope, you get to eat rice!" The wiggling and happy fluffy immediately stops moving and cocks his head in thought, "w-w-wicies? Nuu miwkies?" Then the waterworks open up.  "Huuuuuuuuuuu huu huu huu huu WAN MIIIIWWWKIIEEEESSSSS HUUUUUU HUU HUU HUU HUUUU..." Nope. You place the bowl with cooled and sufficiently sugary rice down in front of the sobbing colt.  At first he tries to flip over the bowl, but when you brandish the sorry stick Cutie Honey gives in.  With a few tentative bites soon the fluffy is stuffing his face.  Literally swallowing large bites whole. "Honey, slow down or you'll choke." The fluffy doesn't slow but instead speeds up, "Honey! Slow, down!" With no decrease in pace you reach down and pull the fluffy away from the bowl by his scruff, but when released he only runs to the bowl and eats even faster.

F>  	So good! Rice is SO GOOD! You can't get enough! Daddy was so nice giving you yummy ricies, but now he's being a meanie again! He is trying to keep you from eating the yummy rice! How mean! He gave you the rice, so why is he taking it away! But, he let you go and you eat even faster! It's so good! Soon though it's all gone! That's no good! "Daddie! Giff mow wicies pwease! Suu yummy!" But, he was a meanie again! "No Honey, that's all you get for right now, are you feeling okay?"  What? Of course you're okay why would daddy ask? He's so silly! Urk... why does your tummy hurt? "Daddy, can Cyutee Hunnee haff mow nummies? Tummy huwties!" But, before he can answer you tummy hurts really bad! You had better get nummies soon!

H>  	It's as you feared, the colt vomits all the food he just ate all over the wood floor.  Now terrified and in pain Honey runs away from the liquid pile of rice with his tail tucked and he cowers under the bed, "Huu huu! Why nummies meanies? Huu huu huu! Tummie huuuuwt!"  You grab the mop and bucket to clean up the mess.  The whole time the fluffy cries into his hooves and begs not to eat rice or get spankings. *sigh* For nearly five minutes you have to coo and comfort the fluffy to coax him out from under the bed.  Eventually he feels better but now is very thirsty.  Once again he asks for milk but instead you place a water bowl for him to drink from.

F>  	What?! No milkies at all?! What the fluff is going on?!  And what is this, he wants you to drink wawa?  You are thirsty, but you want milk!  But you are thirsty...  So you have some water, it's kinda strange without a bottle.  You have to use your tongue and lips to lap up water, but soon you get the hang of it and get more and more water with each gulp.

H>  	Sonofabitch, how does an animal so poorly designed to drink from bodies of water manage to drain the whole bowl in less than a minute?  Now licking the bottom of the bowl the fluffy looks up at you again asking for more.  Well, more demanding, but he believes he is in danger so that's passable.  It is only a few minutes before the fluffy vomits again this time only a little rice and water, but over the next half hour he vomits in one place or another nearly ten times.  You'd be madder if he wasn't used to solid food, but Honey definitely can't be trusted to eat from a full bowl.  For a while you'll have to portion the meals so he doesn’t over eat.  But, given the right amount he should be okay.

H>  	Well, if you could figure out the right amount he can eat at one time he would be okay.  Now Cutie Honey is terrified of eating rice, mashed potatoes, oatmeal, and more foods than you can remember.  But, too bad for Honey he's getting rice tonight.  As expected, Honey is not happy, "Nuu! Nuu wan bad wicies! Bad fow Hunee, giff sikkies!" You ignore him and place the enticing bowl before him.  Once again he puts up a small fight before going to scarf down the rice.  This time however you give him a hard slap on his flank.  "Owies! Why huwt? Eat wicies, am good fwuffy!"  You watch as he eats faster, you hit him harder, "Don't eat so fast." He is crying as he fidgets and moves around the bowl then lunges and swallows a bite so large that his cheeks puff out.  You beat his ass with the sorry stick.  He screams and cries but eventually he gets the message.  It's a good thing your daughter has been at her grandparents this week, this was hard to watch.

F>  	DADDY IS SO MEAN! YOU HATE DADDY! HE GAVE YOU OWIES, AND YIKKIE RICIES, AND HURTIES, AND OWIES, AND OWIES... You don't like owies! But, it was because you were eating too fast, how dummy is that?! Eating is good for fluffies! Mummah said so! She would hold you and give you lots of milkies, all you wanted! "Drink up all the milk you want, good babies drink all their milk!" You agree, milk was so good and you got all you wanted!  Now meanie daddy says nummies make you sikkies! Ppht, dummy.  But, mommah is back and she'll give you lots of nummies so your tummy hurties go away!

H>  	"Honey, why is the fluffy dead?"  Your daughter is fighting back tears and holding her hands bunched up in her shirt, "Because..." "Why is Cutie Honey dead?" She chokes back another cry, "be-because I gave him too much food..."  Looking over at the beach ball sized fluffy his legs comically stretched to the side of his body like a bloated mare.  Before him the bag of fluffy chow is empty and a twenty pound pile is half consumed.  You send her to her room for punishment, losing her pet is probably enough punishment.  As you clean up the chow and place what can be salvaged back into the bag for the next fluffy you get.  You look over at the fluffy's face his cheek stuffed full of half chewed food.  "Good boy, you didn't vomit this time."