Bolivarian Fluffy Dance

>Be at Oktoberfest.
>Several fluffy ponies are there to celebrate.
>Polka music fills the air and a parade of fluffies comes out.
>They are dressed in little lederhosen and grey hats with feathers.
>They look so cute as they walk onto the dance floor and climb up on a table in the middle.
>The polka band starts picking up the rhythm.
>The fluffies start a disorganized saunter that is supposed to be a dance.
>The crowd gives a huge “”Dawwwwwww!”
>The polka picks up again as the dancers come out.
>Several men with a woman on their arm come strutting on the stage.
>They start to dance around the table.
>The fluffies are all laughing and giggling waving to the crowd.
>Finally the lady step off and the men walk up to the table with their hands raised.
*STOMP*, *STOMP*, *STOMP*
>”Yay! Gif fwuffy huggies!”
>The lovable fluff ball run to the edge of the table in front of the men.
>The music picks up again, the women look beautiful twirling around the table.
>The men slap their feet in rhythm then start slapping the fluffies.
*SLAPITYSLAPITYSLAPITYSLAPITYSLAPITY*
>”Whaaa!”, “Owchies!”, “Why hewt fwuffy!”, “AAHHHHH!!”
>The fluffies yelp and scream in protest as the men continue their rhythmic slapping of the little balls of fluff.
>Their little hats fly into the air as they are knocked about the table.
>Not since the bypassing of the Maginot Line has the Germans laid down such a one sided ass whooping.
>They break away and dance with the ladies again.
>The fluffies lay bruised and beaten on the table.
>They start to crawl to the little ramp leading away when the music changes tempo again.
>The men approach again with their hands raised.
*STOMP*, *STOMP*, *STOMP*
>”NUUUUUUU!!!”
>The vicious rhythmic slapping begins again as the crowd cheers at the precision of the dancers.
>They never miss a beat, always slapping one of the fluffies in tune with the music.
>Fluffies are knocked across the table to a waiting man on the other end slapping him back.
>Broken feathers and crushed hats adorn the table.
>Finally the music stops and the men all step back as the ladies clap.
>German cheers fill the room.
>”Wahhhhh… fwuffy hewt…”, “Pwease… fwuffy wan huggies…”, “Nuu wike dis game no mo….”
>The fluffies lay there, their lederhosen now crumpled, scruffed, and marred.
>Most now have brown stains.
>Their whimpers and cries raise from the table.
>The dancers are truly professional.
>Only one thing to do now as you see on of the fluffies cough up a bit of blood.
>ZIGGY ZUCKY ZIGGY ZUCKY!!!
>OY OY OY!!!