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- >Morning of day three.
- >You sneak a peek at the little island. It's cloudy, so the fluffies are still snoozing.
- >Leave the house to go take care of some errands.
- >Four hours later, you return and go out to the deck.
- >It appears all hell has broken loose.
- >The formerly white pegasus fluffy has told the herd about the 'hooman' she met last night.
- >They are looking fucking EVERYWHERE for you now.
- >They even look in your direction.
- >Since it's overcast, and you're wearing muted colors, they apparently can't see you.
- >Most of them are screaming about getting picked.
- >”Pick fwuffy! Fwuffy be good poni!” some of them shout.
- >They have no idea where you are, so they toddle about, then shout this or some version of it in every direction.
- >You begin to suspect these ponies stayed in a shelter or pet store for a long time.
- >That would explain the crate; they got abandoned because nobody ever took them home and became excess inventory.
- >The fluffies continue to shout for you to come pick them.
- >The white pegasus is just as clueless as her friends, limping about and yelling.
- >”Why you walk funny?” the green unicorn asks her, taking a break from screaming.
- >”Weggie no work,” she replies. “Hooman angwy at me fo' make bad poopies.”
- >Upon hearing the words 'bad poopies', three of the fluffies cease their searching and run to hide in their sleeping area.
- >”Fwuffy sowwy!” one of them, the pink unicorn, screams. “Pwease no sowwy-stick!”
- >”Sowwy-stick mean to fwuffy! Fwuffy no wike!” the red pegasus adds, shivering.
- >You're not sure what they're talking about.
- >Internet on laptop to the rescue.
- >After looking it up, you wonder if those three fluffies had owners.
- >It takes them ten minutes, but the three calm down and rejoin the Hunt for Hooman.
- >They still haven't seen you.
- >You head in to make lunch, the calls of 'pick fwuffy!' and 'fwuffy wan' pway wif hooman!' still echoing through the air.
- >An hour later, you're back outside.
- >The fluffies seem to have given up.
- >”Fwuffy no find hooman,” the yellow earth fluffy cries.
- >The topic of fluffy conversation has shifted, depending on the fluffy.
- >The grazing fluffies love the grass.
- >The playing fluffies are in a rousing game of hide and seek that lasts about 30 seconds per attempt.
- >The white pegasus is off by herself on the grassy strip, grazing half heartedly.
- >”Why weggie no work?” she asks herself every time she limps.
- >The pink and green unicorns are in the pine grove to your right.
- >They appear to be shitting, but they've been squatting like that for ten minutes.
- >Their faces betray their absolute concentration on the task.
- >”Fwuffy want make poopies!” the pink one blurts out as she strains. “Why poopies no come?”
- >You're curious, too. You watch the grazing fluffies to see if anything odd happens.
- >A purple earth fluffy gives you the answer.
- >Because of the heavy grazing, the fluffies now have to eat the grass right on the shore.
- >Each bite causes them to ingest sand.
- >The unicorns are still trying to shit.
- >They sound desperate.
- >”Poopies come out now!” the green one demands angrily.
- >After ten more minutes, the pink one finally succeeds.
- >It's at a high cost. The sand content of their earlier meal makes for a sharp exit.
- >”Poopies hurt fwuffy!” she bawls.
- >The green one begins bawling too, as she completes her own business.
- >They walk painfully back to the strip.
- >And immediately begin grazing again, scooping up mouthfuls of sand as they go for what grass is left.
- >They're going to get a big surprise in a few hours.
- >You head in as it begins to rain.
- >”Wawa fall from sky!” the orange earth fluffy yells.
- >Night has come.
- >You hear fluffies screaming from outside, so you head to the deck to check it out.
- >Looks like eating sand has come home to roost for the two unicorns.
- >They shuffle about with wide eyes and tears streaming.
- >”Why tail hurt? Why poopies mean to fwuffy?” the green one yells.
- >Upon examination with your binoculars, you find both of them are trailing blood as they walk.
- >”Fwuffy no make poopies anymo'! Poopies bad!” the pink one cries.
- >The others haven't got a fucking clue what's going on.
- >”My poopies bwown, why dese wed?” asks the red pegasus.
- >You consider an attempt to get the vet out here, but he's 40 miles away in town.
- >The green unicorn succumbs to her internal wounds first.
- >She collapses on the grassy strip during another attempt to shit.
- >Her straining only causes blood to pour, and she bleeds out.
- >The pink unicorn meets her fate soon after.
- >”Maybe mo' poopies hewp fwuffy feel betta,” she says, squatting on the strip as well.
- >Her sustained straining causes blood to squirt, and she goes down after a few minutes.
- >”Wha? Why sleepies on gwass?” the green pegasus asks their corpses.
- >The other fluffies all come over to see what's going on.
- >In an attempt to rouse their friends, they hug their lifeless bodies.
- >After an hour, they give up and go to their sleeping area.
- >”Why fwiends no wan' hug? Why fwiends no wan' pway?” the purple earth fluffy asks.
- >They eventually fall asleep, still babbling confusedly about what has happened.
- >You are moved enough to give the unicorns a lake burial around midnight.
- >The ten fluffy ponies are now eight.
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