Deadmeat Chronicles: Fluffy Revival

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>And right now you are resting your head on the soft I while rubbing the R on your nest with your nose.
>The felt feels good on your sniffer as you lay contently.
>Your herd is playing around you.
>You have just got done with a nummie run so you have plenty of nummies.
>You are a happy smarty.
>Pookie crawls up behind you, “Pookie am hewe fo smawty.”
>”Pookie tink Bwoos am wan be smawty.”
>”Pookie wook out fo smawty!”
>You glance at Bruce who is walking back and forth at the bars looking out across the grave yard.
>”Bwoos am gud fwuffy. Deadmeat wike Bwoos.”
>Pookie drones on as you look around the herd area.
>You see Haze hopping and giggling with Next Special Friend hopping right behind him.
>Momma fluffy is nibbling on a flower contently rubbing her belly every few nibbles.
>Baby fluffy and momma fluffy’s daughter are playing hide and seek by covering their eyes and staying in one place.
>Babby’s momma is with other fluffy females giggling and talking.
>You go back to rubbing your nose in the ‘I’.
>”Why fren hewe? Wan pway?”
>”Hewpeh always wan pway, but wan ask fwuffy come to heaw daddeh.”
>”Bwoos nee kee hewd awea saf, noo wan go.”
>You look up and see Helper has come to the bars of your mausoleum.
>Next Special Friend pushes Haze toward Helper, “Nex’ Speshul Fwen wan go! Bwing fwen wif me!”
>Haze kicks his feet back, “Nuu! Nuu am go, nee kee smawty saf!”
>Next Special Friend stops and claps, “Yay! Fwen am wight! Nee bwing bestest smawty!”
>You are still rubbing your nose on the I when you feel Next Special friend jump on you, “Wet’s go wif fwen!”
>”Fwuffy haf funsies and pway!”
>The baby fluffy and momma fluffy’s daughter hears this and run over as well, “Wan funsies too!”
>Baby fluffy jumps on your neck, “Take babbeh wif yoo daddeh!”
>You stand up and snap, “Deadmeat nuu yoo dadd-“
>”Yay! Daddeh go wif babbeh!”
>The young female fluffy starts to push you and you get up stumbling toward the gate.
>Next Special Friend gives you a hug then nips your fluff and pulls you, “Have funsies wif bestest smawty!”
>You finally snort and start to walk with the fluffies.
>You trot forward with Next Special Friend hopping around you.
>The baby fluffy truddles next to your leg while momma fluffy’s daughter trots behind you.
>Haze walks toward you and promptly plants his nose in your rump.
*sniff*
>You give a yelp and jump forward.
>You shake your hoof at him, “Nuu be stwange fwuffy!”
>You trot outside to helper who smiles at you, “Yoo am gud fwuffy heaw de guddest ting fo fwuffy.”
>”Bwoos nee come wif smawty?”
>You turn and tell him no and to keep an eye on the herd area.
>He nods but yells for some of the owchie friends to follow and protect you.
>Four of your owchie friends truddle quickly and fall in behind you.
>You turn and see a few more of your herd are following you, “Whewe smawty go?”, “Fwuffy wan come too!”, “fwuffy go wif fwens! Haf funsies!”
>Helper babbles happily as you walk along.
>”Hewpeh come to wost smawty wast. Aweady haf wots of uddeh smawties wisten to daddeh!”
>You raise your eyebrow, “You bwing uddeh smawty yoo daddeh? Dey nuu make yoo membeh dey hewd?”
>Helper smiles, “Tee hee hee! Daddeh nuu am be in hewd. Daddeh teww gud fwuffy about de best ting fo fwuffy!”
>You shrug and keep walking.
>Baby fluffy gets tired after a bit and you have to carry him on your shoulders.
>He coos happily as you walk along.
>Soon you step around a raised casket and you freeze.
>The monster with the black fluff and white head fluff is standing there.
>His white clerical collar adorning him just like Helper’s and wearing a back pack.
>Helper sees him and yells, “Daddeh! Hewpeh am gud fwuffy! Bwing wost smawty to daddeh!”
>He truddles forward and hugs the monster’s leg.
>The man looks at you, “Oh hello, good to see you made it.”
>He takes his back pack off and lays it on a casket next to him.
>He starts to pull cans out and pulls the tops off.
>”Who wants spaghetti!?”, He calls and starts to pour some on the ground.
>Fluffies pour out from between the caskets and tomb stones shoving trying to get a bite of the noodles.
>You turn away trying not to look at it but you feel your mouth water and your tummy rumble.
>The fluffies from your herd squeal and run forward as well except for Haze who steps in place looking between you and the marinara treat on the ground.
>Even baby fluffy leaps off your shoulders and runs toward the treat.
>”Smawty nee skeeties! Yoo dum dums go way!”
>You see the smarty from earlier standing on a casket across the way from you on the other side of the monster.
>He points to the monster and shouts, “Yoo nuu gif dum dum sketties! Sketties fo smawty onwy!”
>The old man smiles, “There is plenty for all.”
>He walks over and pours a can next to the smarty who quickly shoves his face into it and starts eating mumbling gripes at the man between bites.
>Helper walks up next to you, “Fwen nuu wan sketties? Daddeh haf sketties for aww fwuffy.”
>You turn and snap at Helper, “Deadmeat tink yoo take Deadmeat yoo daddeh! Dat am munsta!”
>Helper looks hurt, “Nuu! Hewpeh bwing fwen to daddeh! Daddeh gives wubs and sketties! Teww de bestest ting fo fwuffy!”
>”Onwy fwuffy be fwuffy daddeh!”
>”Helper takes a step back, “Bu’ Hewpeh-“
>”BLASPHAMY!”
>Everything stops and all the fluffies turn toward the new noise.
>The younger monster covered in black fluff and wearing the same collar as Helper is walking up.
>The older one smiles at him, “Well hello Paul. I am glad you could come to my impromptu service today.”
>You make your fluffies stand back near a tombstone in case you have to run as the younger priest walks up.
>The young priest look at the older one, “The human body is the temple and as such is the only thing worthy of receiving the holy word!”
>”No Paul, all on Earth need to hear the word. The holy teachings should be  preached to everyone and everything.”
>”No! The only true receptacle of the word is the temple! Not some mockery our maker’s divine will!”
>A fluffy truddes before the old man, “Can fwuffy haf sketties pwease? Am gud fwuffy.”
>The smarty across from you looks up from his pile of spaghetti and snaps between bites, “Nuu! Onwy smawty am haf sketties! Tuwn yoo cheekie yoo tey get smawty’s sketties!”
>The young priest looks at the old man, “You see! They are all full of greed and care nothing about who they leech from!”
>”They care not for the poor! They will let others suffer as long as they get what they want! A truly horrible blight on the planet!”
>The old man points at you, “But not all are greedy. And if a few are able to be reached then the word must be taught.”
>The young priest turns and looks at you sneering, his hawkish eyes piercing you.
>”Being kind means nothing! Yes, one is nice but he will be the gateway for the selfish!”
>He steps toward you pointing his finger as you reflexively start to step back.
>”The nice ones always get taken over by the selfish shit pots!”
>Haze hops in front of you looking at the priest, “Nuu, nuu bad fwuffy hewt smawty. Hase gif twoat cwunchies!”
>Haze giggles and sits back clapping to himself.
>”Yoo dum dum! Gif smawty mo sketties!”
>The smarty standing on the casket was finished and was now stomping at the older priest demanding more to eat.
>Some of the fluffies below him started to whine, “Bu’ fwuffy nuu haf sketties yet…”
>The smarty looked down and puffed his cheeks, “Yoo am dum dums! Smawty get aww sketties!”
>The young priest stomps toward the other smarty, “This is what I am talking about! These are the ones who always take over!”
>”We the created bear ourselves and bear homage to our creator but these horrid thing care nothing about their creators!”
>”They don’t give reverence! They give scorn and hatred!”
>The smarty gave the priest a raspberry and sticks his tongue out at him.
>The young priest’s face turns red with rage and he clenches his fist.
>You actually let a grim smile cross your face as the young priest starts to head toward the other smarty.
>”John!”
>The young priest turns around with teethe clenched looking at the old priest.
>The old man looked at his younger counter part, “I am in charge of this hallowed site and no living creature will be hurt here!”
>The young man seems to compose himself, “I am sorry Thomas… I lost myself for a moment.”
>The smarty gives the yound priest a raspberry, “Yoo go way or smawty tuwn yoo cheekie!”
>The smarty looks at the older priest, “Yoo gif smawty mo sketties!”
>The older man comes over and empties another can, “Of course, the Lord takes care of those who worship him.”
>The young priest does not conceal the contempt on and disgust on his face, “I will not stand and watch such blasphemy occur!”
>He stomps off, “All these filthy abominations should die! They are all ungodly!”
>The older man looks down at the agitated fluffies, “Don’t worry about him, he does not mean it.”
>You stare off at the priest stomping away, “Dat munsta wook wike he mean dat…”
>You are interrupted by a pile of noodles being poured in front of you.
>”There is plenty for all.”, the priest says.
>The older priest walks back to his place among the fluffies.
>The old priest looks around and starts to preach, “The Lord loves all his children and has a special place in his heart for the weakest of his children.”
>You look around nervously.
>You don’t trust this two legged monster.
>You make a mental note not to let anything get to you as you keep an eye on your soundings.
>You slurp in the noodles that were hanging from your mouth.
>You grunt and stomp in frustration.
>”And our god gives signs to his beloved!”
>Helper sits next to the old priest and starts to chime in, “De Biggest Daddeh wub aww fwuffy!”
>”And today he has called me to deliver spaghetti to his flock as a sign he loves them so much!”
>The smarty on the casket starts to stomp, “Nuu! Nuu! Nuu!”
>”Nuu fwock! Gif sketties to smawty!”
>The priest ignores the smarty and continues, “For our god so loves his children he gives them signs!”
>”Signs in the sky! Signs in the moon and stars! Signs in nature!”
>”De Biggest Daddeh am de bestest ting fo fwuffy!”
>The priest looks across the herds, “And God has commands! He wants you to take care of each other!”
>He wants you to take care of the weak!”
>”Look after the ones who cannot look after themselves!”
>All the fluffies are listening closely.
>The smarty standing on the casket nods, “Otay, smawty am do dat….”
>”Do this and you will be closer to God!”
>”For it is written that those close to our lord will have visions and be able to prophesize.”
>”De Biggest Daddeh say so!”
>”Do you feel you are worthy of visions!?”
>“Do you want to be closer to God!?”
>All the other fluffies shout yes.
>You give the priest a raspberry.
>”For God calls all to him but not all hear his word! Will you hear his word!?”
>The fluffies start to clamber as you look up.
>You look at the priest, “Dey nuu fwuffy up der to am say anyting!”
>”Remember! God loves the compationate! And those who look after their brothers are special in his eyes!”
>”Hewawooyah!”
>The priest takes off his back pack and holds it high.
>”And the good lord has sent me to pass onto…AHHH!”
>The priest stumbles and grabs his head.
>Helper looks up at him with obvious concern, “Yoo otay daddeh?”
>The priest walks a bit, “Its ok Helper… I just got a massive head ache..”
>Tears start to come from the priest’s eyes as he rubs his temples.
>”I am sorry my flock… but I have to call it quits now…”
>The smarty on the casket yells, “Nuu! Yoo gif mo sketties! Noa!”
>The priest falls to his knees.
>He grapples with his bag.
>”Have to get my cell phone…”
>The smarty jumps off his casket and stomps up to the priest.
>”Dis am smawty wand! Yoo gif sketties!”
>The priest still stammers, “Please… just let me…”
>He drops the bag and falls to his side.
>The bag lands loosely in front of the smarty.
>He quickly jumps up on it, “Dis am smawty’s! Yoo nuu twy and take!”
>Helper truddles up to the bag, “Nuu! Dat am dad-“
>The smarty leaps down and boops Helper hard across his nose.
>Helper spins and falls.
>The smarty looks around, “Smawty tuwn bad fwuffies cheekie!”
>You stare at the smarty and start to walk to him.
>Haze notices you and starts to hop around you.
>”Yay! Smawty wet Hase gif owwies? Hee hee hee!”
>Helper gets up and looks at the smarty with tears welling up in his eyes.
>”Why yoo gif Hewpeh sowwies?”
>The smarty sneers at him, “Yoo twy take smawty sketties!”
>You yell at the smarty, “Yoo weave fwen awone!”
>The smarty turns and sees you walking,.
>He leaps back on the back pack and points at you, “Gif dat bad fwuffy owwies!”
>A fluffy nearby looks at the smarty, “Bu’ hoomin say we nee take cawe of fwuffy.”
>The smartyu turns and snaps, “Dum dum hoomin say take cawe of weak dum dum fwuffy!”
>He points at the fluffy, “Dat mean yoo am bewong smawty! Yoo do wha smawty say!”
>The fluffy starts to shake.
>Other smarties start to shout, “Nuu! Am smawty! Dey bewong me!”
>The smarty spins around, “Nuu! I am de smawty de Biggest Daddeh wan!”
>He sits down, “De Biggest Daddeh gif smawty sketties! Am sign!”
>All the other smarties stop and step back looking at the back pack.
>”He am wite…”
>The smarty turns to you and sneers, “Yoo wisten smawty noa! Biggest Daddeh say so!”
>You stop and look up at the sky again.
>You look back at the smarty, “Biggest Daddeh nuu dewe. No fwuffy make yoo biggest smawty!”
>All the other herd fluffies and smarties gasp.
>”Dat nuu am munsta fwuffy… dat am worstest fwuffy….”
>Helper has turned to the priest and has climbed up on him, “Daddeh! Pwease get up! Nee yoo stop fwuffies fwom be bad!”
>The smarty sneers again, “Gif dat meanie bad fwuffy owwies…”
>A fluffy near you comes truddling up.
>”Yoo am bad fwuffy!”
>Before he makes it to you, Haze leaps head long into him knocking him down.
>Haze then bites the other fluffies scrotum and picks him up.
>The fluffy screeches as Haze looks at you for an order to give owwies.
>All your owchie friends run up behind you and start to puff their cheeks.
>”We gif bad fwuffies owwies daddeh?”
>You stop and look down.
>The baby fluffy has run under you and is standing between your front legs.
>”DADDEH! DADDEH! Why Daddeh nuu wakies…?”
>Helper is hopping up and down on the priest.
>You look around and see the number of fluffies that are rallying behind the other smarty.
>You realize you cannot win.
>Your head starts to hurt.
>You look at the smarty and see the pack.
>You point at him, “If fwuffies twy gif owwies… den gif dat dum dum owwies and take de munsta ting!”
>The smarty losses his sneer and gets a worried look on his face.
>He jumps down, “Nuu! Weave dum dum fwuffy wone!”
>He looks at all the pother fluffies, “Take Bigeest Daddeh sign back smawty pwace!”
>One of the fluffies starts to ask, “We gif bad fwuffy owwies?’
>You look at Haze, “Gif dat fwuffy owwies noa.”
>Haze smiles and rips his head to the side castrating the fluffy.
>Boo boo juice flows from between his legs as he gives a blood curdling scream.
>All the fluffies watching step back bringing their back legs together.
>The other smarty is yelling at the fluffies around him, “Yoo dwag Biggest Daddeh sign noa!”
>”DADDEH!”
>After seeing the owwies Haze gave the other fluffies are hanging back.
>”PWEASE HEWP FWUFFY! DADDEH! WAKIES!”
>Next Special Friend steps in front of you, “Smawty… fwen nee hewp…”
>You try to side step and get a look at the other smarty.
>He is now berating the other fluffies and swatting at them to drag the back pack faster.
>A line of other fluffies has formed between you and the smarty.
>One stomps as ferociously as he can, “Yoo nuu gif chosen smawty owwies!”
>You start to think how many you and Haze can take out.
>Next Special Friend steps in front of you again, “Can Nex Speshul Fwen hew fwen smawty…?
>Haze is jumping up and down the line giggling as you step to the side again.
>”GIF OWWIES FO DADDEH!”
>You see baby fluffy run from between your legs at the other fluffies.
>Haze stops and looks back at the baby.
>The line of fluffies puff their cheeks getting ready for the onslaught.
>You point at the baby fluffy, “Get dat fwuffy! Too smaww fo gif owwies!”
>Haze trots back and bites baby fluffy up by its nape.
>Baby fluffy wiggles its little legs, “Gif owwies fo daddeh!”
>”WAHHHH! Why dadeh nuu wakies! WAHHHHH!”
>You snap out of your battle lust.
>You realize you have a baby with you and several fluffies who cannot give owwies.
>They would all be dead of you attacked.
>The other smarty turns one last time, “Am biggest smawty noa! Yoo am dum dum! Aww fwuffy hate yoo noa!”
>You stare as the rest of the fluffies start to retreat back with the other smarty.
>You give them a raspberry and turn away.
>You see Helper on the priest crying.
>”Why daddeh nuu wakies!”
>You walk up and look over the priest.
>He is laying on his back with his arms brought up to his chest and his hands in fists.
>He is breathing deep and his teeth are clenched.
>His eyes are open and blood shot.
>It seems as though he is oblivious to the world.
>Helper starts yelling, “Pwease hewp daddeh! Wahhhhhhh! Daddeh nee hewpies! Wahhhhhhh!”
>Next Special Friend shuffles next to you, “Smawty, wha fwuffies do hewp fwen?”
>You look at her surprised, “Hewp two wegged munsta?”
>You look back at the priest with self-resolve, “Aww munsta am bad.”
>Next Special Friend meekly says, ”Bu’ smawty… fwen nee hewpies…bestest smawty onwy fwuffy hewe to hewp fwen….”
>Helper looks down at you, “Pwease hewp daddeh! Wahhhhhhhh!”
>Next Special friend says softly, “Nice hoomin gif smawty sketties…”
>You start to pad at the ground grinding your teeth.
>You know what you are doing is right.
>So why do you feel like a bad fluffy….
>”Wahhhh! Pwease daddeh! Wakies daddeh! Wahhh!”
>Helper slowly sits down and puts his front hooves in front of his tear stained face, “Pwease Biggest Daddeh… hewp daddeh….huu huu huuuu…”
>You stomp on the ground in frustration then point to the priest, “Gif two wegged munsta huggies!”
>All your fluffies look at you for a moment then walk to the priest and start to give him hugs.
>Next Special Friend becomes estatic, “Yay! Bestest smawty am bestest smawty!”
>She truddles over to the priest and grabs an arm, “Huggies make everwy ting betteh…”
>Haze looks between you and the priest, “Smawty wan Hase…wan Hase gif huggie too?”
>You sit back and nod, “Gif munsta huggies.”
>Haze gives a nervous giggle before he slowly walks over to the priest and works himself next to Next Special Friend and gently hugs the arm next to her.
>You stare on the scene.
>You cannot bring yourself to hug the priest.
>The fluffies who came with you are giving their bestest hugs to the priest.
>You see it isn’t helping, the priest doesn’t move.
>You snort, you think to yourself that nothing will help the monster.
>Are monsters immune to fluffy hugs?
>You cannot think of a time a fluffy could help a monster.
>In fact the only thing you remember that could help a hurt monster is a-
>You head twinges as you remember all the way back to when you were a very young fluffy.
>The white fluff monsters.
>You remember people getting hurt and the white fluff monsters would show up in a big flashy vehicle.
>But you do not know how they were called or knew a monster was hurt.
>You see helper still trying to pray between his sobs.
>He is not able to tell you how to get them.
>Your little head twinges again as you think.
>The only thing that could possibly tell you how to find a white fluff monster is another two legged monster.
>Your stomach sinks.
>There was only one two legged monster you would trust and you left her a long time ago.
>The only one to ask would be…
>You stomp the ground in frustration again before you take off.
>You shoot between the above ground caskets and tomb stones until you catch the scent.
>You run as fast as you can, your fluff flowing back from the wind.
>You finally see what you are looking for and run a head of him about twenty feet before coming out in front of him.
>The young priest stops and sneers at you.
>”Why is there a walking blasphemy in front me!?”
>You give the young priest a raspberry, “Deadmeat nuu wike yoo munsta!”
>”Bu’ fwen wan hewp udder munsta. Whewe am white fwuff munsta?”
>The man throws a book at you which you dodge.
>You sneer at the priest, “Deadmeat know aww munsta am bad. It yoo fwen am nee hewpies.”
>”Bu’t yoo nuu cawe! Whewe white fwuff munsta? Deadmeat teww dem hewp dum dum munsta!”
>The man lunges at you and you shoot between some caskets.
>”A filthy blasphemy has no right to speak to a true creation of God!”
>You look around and see a mausoleum.
>You run toward it and run between the bars.
>You get between two caskets and shake your rump at the priest.
>”Yoo nuu am get Deadmeat hewe munsta!”
>The priest runs up kicking the bars to the building.
>He says through clenched teeth, “I will not be mocked by such an evil creature!”
>He reaches into his pocket and brings out some shiny jingly things.
>You stare at him a moment, “Wha yoo mean!? Wha am ebil!?”
>He glances at the top of the crypt and looks through his keys.
>”Evil! A horrible site to the eyes of the lord!”
>He looks at you with his sawk eyes piercing, “A very very bad thing!”
>He starts to go through the keys again.
>”Ebil am vewy bad?”, You think aloud.
>”Den Deadmeat am gud! Yoo am ebil!”
>”Yoo fren haf owies an yoo wan twy give Deadmeat owies! Yoo nuu hewp yoo fwen! Yoo am ebil munsta!”
>It seems as though the man stops as if he starts to understand what you are saying.
>”Wait, you are saying I have a hurt friend?”, he says skeptically.
>He looks at you, “And where is this ‘hurt’ friend of mine?”
>”Back whewe dum dum wan haf tawkies wif fwuffies!”
>”Dum dum gif sketties fo fwuffy wisten!”
>”Deadmeat nuu cawe! Fwen ask Deadmeat fo hewp so Deadmeat twy fin white fwuff munsta!”
>”Give spaghetti?” Finally it hits the priest what you are saying, “.... oh God…. Thomas…”
>The young priest turns and runs off toward where the other priest.
>You smirk and then remember your herd is with the other priest.
>You take off running toward the place where the other priest was preaching.
>You see the young priest stop looking down at the old man.
>You get there shortly behind him and shout at your herd, “Get way fwom munsta!”
>”Bad munsta hewe might gif owwies!”
>The young priest looks down with tears in his eyes, “Oh no…”
>He pulls a device out from his pocket and presses some buttons, “Hello 911! I need an ambulance at generic cemetary.”
>”I think my friend is having a stroke.”
>You ook at your herd, “Go back hidey hole!”
>”Go noa! Munstas am hewe soon!”
>Your herd turns quickly and starts to truddle away quickly, “Nuu! Fwuffy nuu wan munsta!”, “Wahhhhh!”, “Fwuffy am scawed! Saf fwuffy!”
>You see them shoot off in a line toward your herd area.
>You look back at the young priest see the young man bending down and touching his head while whispering something.
>Helper is still sitting on his chest with his hooves in front of his face mumbling something you can’t hear.
>”Why am daddeh still hewe?”
>”Nee go hidey hole too.”
>You look down and see baby fluffy tugging at your leg.
>You look down and get ready to yeall at the baby fluffy.
*sniff*
>You yelp and jump forward as you feel the nose touch your rump.
>”Am otay babbeh! Hase am hewe kee smawty saf!”
>You spin around, “Yoo nuu be stwang fwuffy!”
>”Babbeh wan sniff daddeh! Pwease wet babbeh haf sniffie!”
>You look down at the baby at a loss of words.
>You then hear the sirens.
>You turn your attention back to the hurt monster.
>You see white fluff monsters leave a flashing vehicle and come running with a cot.
>They get close, “Are you the one called for an ambulance?”
>The young priest says, “Yes, I think my friend is having a stroke. Can you help him?”
>They lower their cot, “Well, if you can get rid of that shit rat we will see what we can do.”
>The young priest looks at Helper, “Get off him you blasphemous cretin!”
>He back hands Helper before he can react.
>Helper spasms as he flies off his owner.
>He hits the ground hard and starts to scream, “Owwies! Helpeh hewt! Owwies! Owwies! Owwies!”
>He stumbles up rubbing his cheek with fresh tears floing down his face, “Why gif Hewpeh sowwies? Wahhhhhh!”
>The medics grab the old priest, “Fuck, looks like he had a blowout. Let’s get him out of here!”
>The young priest is saying a prayer over his older partner while throwing holy water on him and the cot.
>The white fluff monsters lift the old priest and they take off quickly toward the ambulance.
>The young priest holds his head down as Helper chases after the men, “Wai’ fo Hewpeh! Daddehhhhh! Hewpeh nee be wif daddeh! Huu huu huuu…”
>You turn and start to walk back to your herd area.
>You are happy that you helped your friend.
>Somehow you managed to get the white fluff monsters.
>You make it back and make sure none of your fluffies got lost.
>You go back to your wreath and lay down in it and take a nappie.
>Later that afternoon at dusk you hear crying.
>You hear Bruce talk, “Why fwen am hewe? Fwen nuu come haf sweepies wif hewd befo.”
>”Pwease… nee huggies…. Wahhhhh huu huuh uuu…. Nee de bestest huggies…”
>You hear Next Special Friend pipe up, “Will gif fwen huggies! Bestest huggies!”
>You hear sobbing coming from in front of your hidey hole.
>You get up and walk to the front.
>You see helper there with a swollen eye and face.
>He is favoring one of his left and it looks like he has been crying for a long time.
>”Wha happen fwen?”, you ask.
>”Hewpeh daddeh go bye bye… udder hoomin twow Hewpeh ou’ of Hewpeh home…”
>”Hewpeh twy go to gud fwuffy dat wike de gud news of de Biggest Daddeh…”
>He seems to lower his head and choke on the words.
>”But dey jus’ wan hewpeh get de sketties ou’ of dey holding tings…”
>”Dey gif Hewpeh owwies and sowwies when Hewpeh nuu open sketties…”
>Next Special Friend holds him tighter, “Fwen nee de bestest of de bestest huggies…. Nex Speshul Fwen gif huggie!”
>Helper looks at you, “Pwease wost smawty… can Hewpeh stay wif yoo… so hungy… nee sweepies…”
>Next Special Friend lets him go and he falls to the ground whimpering.
>She truddles in front of you, “Pwease smawty! We haf wet fwen in! Am gud fwuffy! We gif him gud nummies!”
>You look at the beaten fluffy.
>Your ear twinges a bit as you look at him.
>”Otay, wet fwen stay wif hewd. Gif him gud nummies and he sweep in back of hewd awea.”
>Next Special Friend leaps on you and gives you a mighty hug, “Yoo am de bestest smawty!”
>She then hops over to Haze who is laying on his back trying to bounce on the ground, “Can fwen hewp udder fwen to nummies pwease?”
>Haze looks up giggling, “Otay!”
>He walks over to helper and bites his mane and starts to drag him into the herd area.
>He screams as he is drug but Haze and Next Special Friend pay him no mind as they carry him to the back.
>You just head back to your wreath and lay down.