The Fluffy Chef

>You are a female earth fluffy with blue fluff and a purple mane.
>And you are excited.
>You have snuck out of your safe room.
>Daddy is still asleep.
>You are going to show daddy how good of a cook you are by making him breakfast.
>Mommy does it all the time and you watch her intently.
>Since mommy is away because of work you are going to take care of daddy.
>It is only right since he takes such good care of you.
>You push one of the chairs next to the counter and with much effort you manage to climb on top of it.
>You know daddy likes toast so you head over to the bread.
>It is setting on top of the microwave.
>You bite the end of the bag holding the loaf and pull it.
>It comes sliding off and flips landing on top of you.
>You give a surprised yelp and fall backwards.
>The bread lands on you and you wrap your little hooves around it and fall off the counter landing on the chair.
>You land on top of the bread causing it to smush down flat.
>”Nuuuu!  Nuuu mean gif owchies to nummies! Fwuffy am sowwy!”
>You try to hug the bread better only squishing it more.
>After you feel the bread has forgiven you you giggle and work on opening the bag.
>After a bit you rip the side of the bag open and bit a mangles slice of bread and pull it out.
>You take a bite out of it, “Fwuffy wike nummies.”
>You know daddy will like this.
>You climb back on top of the counter carrying the piece of bread in your mouth.
>You truddle to the toaster.
>You have seen mommy use this lots of times so you know exactly what to do.
>You place the bread on top of it and take another bite.
>”Nummies gud nummies! Make daddeh happeh!”
>You then manage to push down the side button turning the toaster on.
>Now you need to make the other dish.
>You know daddy loves cereal.
>You scoot toward the cabinets and open a door.
>You look up and see the stack of bowls.
>You lean up and bite one to pull it down.
>The pile falls out hitting your face and bouncing off the counter.
>You fall back and grab your face, “Owies! Fwuffy haf boo boo! Nee huggies and kissies!”
>You tear up wanting the pain to go away.
>You need daddy here…
>Daddy!
>Oh yea, you need to get breakfast made!
>You forget your boo boo and walk back toward the chair.
>You look over at the bread seeing it is still laid over the toaster.
>You jump down landing on the loaf getting your hoof stuck in a slice of bread.
>You slowly lower yourself down and run to tone of the bowls on the floor.
>Daddy he said he got plastic so they wouldn’t break.
>You drag one over to the refrigerator.
>You nose open the door.
>You look up and see the sticks of butter.
>daddy will need that for his toast.
>You jump into the fridge and start to try and climb up.
>You pad at the shelves and your hoof hits a white Styrofoam thing.
>You pull and it topples out.
>It knocks you down and opens spilling eggs out.
>You land hard and the eggs hit you breaking covering you in whites and yokes.
>You jump up and start to yell at the egg carton.
>”Yoo bad! Nuu hewt fwuffy! Fwuffy nuu pwetty fo daddeh noa!”
>You shake off the owies from the eggs and start to climb again.
>You get up to the butter and pad it down.
>It hits the floor landing in the broken eggs.
>You let yourself down and try to open the package.
>You pull out a stick and try to pick it up.
>It squishes between your hooves.
>”Nuu! Haf get dis to bwead!”
>You try to bite it up but only manage to shove your face in it.
>It covers your mouth and you start to choke.
>You give a muffled yell and start to run around.
>You run into the wall breaking the butter.
>Part of the stick is now stuck on your head.
>You start to sniffle, “fwuffy nuu get yewwow stuff fo daddeh bwead…”
>You walk over to the fridge again.
>You will make up for the butter by making the bestest cereal.
>You get back and look at the gallon of milk.
>You crawl back into the refrigerator and wiggle behind the milk.
>You knock out several jars of pickles and sauces while doing it.
>You get behind the milk and give a mighty shove.
>It slowly slides to the edge and falls out.
>The top pops off and spews milk over the floor.
>”NUUUUUUUU!!”
>You jump down and try to cover the end with your hoof.
>”Nuuu! Miwkie meanie! Nee stay in der fo daddeh!”
>The stupid milk doesn’t listen and keeps going out of the jug.
>You try to splash it back in but it doesn’t go.
>You try to salvage it by grabbing the bowl and pushing it to the milk.
>By the time you get it there and a little dribble is coming out.
>Just enough makes it into the bowl to color the bottom of it.
>”Yay! Fwuffy ge’ miwk fo daddeh!”
>You truddle back to the chair and fight your way back up to the counter again.
>You nose open another cabinet and see the cereal.
>You lean up to the cabinet and bit the bottom of the box.
>You pull it out and it tumbles breaking open.
>You get splattered with small multicolored crips that stick to your milk and egg covered fluff.
>Most of it pours over the counter and makes a pile on the floor.
>You quickly truddle over to the chair and jump down landing on the bread again.
>Why is the bread so flat?
>You think you remember it being bigger.
>You run over to the pile of cereal.
>You get a big bite of it and run over to the bowl and spit it in.
>You lick your lips.
>Cereal is tastey!
>You truddle back to the cereal and take a bite.
>After you swallow it you get another big bite and run it over to the bowl and spit it in.
>You do this several times.
>When there is a good pile of fluffy saliva covered goo in the bowl you get another idea.
>You will make daddy pancakes!
>You run back to the fridge and look up into it.
>You see a bag of flour.
>You make your way up and bite the bag.
>You tug at it making it fall out taking you with it.
>It lands in the milk and eggs busting open.
>You get covered in the cloud of powder that floats up from it.
>You are blind!
>Oh no!
>You have to see!
>How else will you make the bestest breakfast for daddy!
>You run around, “Nuuu! Fwuffy nuu see! Hewp fwuffy!”
>You run into something hard and fall back.
>”Wahhhh! Fwuffy ge’ nuther boo boo on nosie! Wahhhhhh!”
>You are lifted up.
>You wipe your eyes getting the flour out of them.
>You blink a few times and look at who is holding you.
>Its daddy!
>”Daddeh! Daddeh! Fwuffy make bwefas fo yoo daddeh! Daddeh ! Daddeh happy!? Fwuffy wub daddeh!”
>He is staring at the kitchen with his mouth open.
>You know he is happy with all you did.
>Daddy has to be so proud of you!
>He looks down at you looking at your body covered in milk, eggs, and flour with a half stick of butter on your head and a mangled slice of bread on one of your legs.
>”Did you do all this princess?”
>The toaster dings.
>It’s all done!
>”Fwuffy make bestest bweakfas fo daddeh! Daddeh happy? Daddeh wub fwuffy?”
>he slowly walk over to the bowl on the ground and looks at the bread on the toaster.
>He picks up the bowl and bread and puts them both on the table.
>He sets you down next to them.
>”Daddy is real proud of you sweet heart, but this is way too much for me to eat.”
>”Can you do daddy a favor and eat this while he cleans up?”
>You jump with excitement, ”Yay! Daddy happy wif fwuffy! Fwuffy eat nummies fo daddy! Fwuffy am gud fwuffy!”
>”And afterwards we need to get you cleaned up.”
>You start to happily nom on the feast you made for your daddy.
>He is so proud of you!
>You will always try to make him happy because you have the bestest daddy in the world!