The Desert Rose

The Desert Rose

>Get home from work. Been out of the office all day getting dirty working the front counter. Stupid employee called in sick.... again. Time to fire her ass you think to yourself. You open your front door, and hear the pitter patter of your fluffy pony running to greet you. Well, more like stumbling and walking really, but with great exuberance!

>You smile, the sight of her little blue mane as it dangles over her pink fluff is so cute.
Daddeh! Daddeh! >she cries.
Wub daddeh!
>I love you too darling, but I need to wash up. She gets frustrated and unhappy when you dont pick her up. You ALWAYS pick her up when you get home.

>You walk into the kitchen and turn on the facet. She was following you until she heard the sound of running water. Something internally telling her there was danger. You giggle and look back for her. She is hiding under her hooves at your feet.

>You finish washing your hands in the sink and turn off the water. She peeks out looking to see if the coast is clear. You look around and say, "Where did my little desert rose run off to I wonder?" to which you hear her claim, "Wite hewe daddeh!" as she jumps up to full attention.

>You reach down to pick her up, fluffy pone drowns. You forgot to dry your hands. Ba dum tsss.