Isle of fluffy horrors prt 5

>The two fluffies stop exhausted after running 100 yards.
>”Fwuffy tired.. fwuffy tummy hewts..”
>Other fluffy says, “Leafy nummies here. Fwuffies eat nummies.”
>Fluffies smile looking at the surrounding vegetation, leaves so thick they can’t see two feet in front of them.
>They look behind them and all directions tentatively, “No see monstas… we safe here.”
>The two fluffies go about eating their fill of leaves.
>They then start giggling and hugging each other, “Wets pway hide and seek!” one says.
>”Ok, fwuffy start counting.” The fluffy pony closes its eyes. “One…. Five…. Elewenty one…”
>”AHHHHHH!”
>”Fwuffy not quit counting yet! Tree….. seveny elewen…. Ten…. Eighty eighty…. Here fwuffy come!”
>Fluffy looks around not seeing its friend.
>It hears “Hewp! Fwuffy stuck! Hewp fwuffy!”
>It wonders toward the voice through the leaves.
>The fluffy comes to a small clearing and sees a cliff edge a few feet to its front.
>It walks to the edge and looks down seeing his friend.
>It had fallen about 6 feet down landing on its back stuck in an out crop crevice.
>It is on its back wiggling its legs furiously with a scared look on its face.
>”Found yoo, now it yoo tuwn! Stawt counting!”
>”No! Fwuffy twapped, fwuffy need hewp!”
>”Fwen need hewp?”
>The fluffy looks around, “Fwuffy no able to weach fwen.”
>”Fwuffy know, fwuffy dwop something for yoo!”
>The fluffy runs to the jungle and bites off a long piece of vine.
>It brings back the vine and piles it up.
>”Use dis to cwimb up!” It shouts and pushes the vine over the edge.
> The bundle falls landing on the trapped fluffy forcing it deeper into the crevice before dangling of either side of it.
>”Owwwwie! No dwop any mo, hewt fwuffy!” It yells.
>”Why fwen no cwimb up?” The fluffy up top asks.
>”Canna gwb to cwimb up. Fwuffy stuck mo now. Fwuffy hewt!”
>”Fwuffy tink of something.” Fluffy vaguely remembers ladders.
>”Fwuffy know, fwuffy get wood for you cwimb up!”
>The fluffy runs into the jungle and finds a stick about 3 feet long and a half inch thick.
>The stick is broken with jagged edges on each side.
>The fluffy uses all its might to drag the stick back.
>”Fwen use dis to cwimb up.”
>Fluffy pushes the stick over the edge.
>The stick spins and goes vertical hitting the trapped fluffy in its gut.
>It impales the fluffy shooting through it coming out its back half the sticks length.
>The force pushes the trapped fluffy down even further causing the rocks to start cutting into the fluffy’s skin.
>”Owchies! Yoo hewting fwuffy! Yoo meanie fwen! No wan pway wit yoo no mo!” The trapped fluffy starts to cry.
>”Why yoo say fwuffy meanie? Why fwen haf boo boo juice coming out?”
>The fluffy up top realizes that his friend is in trouble.
>”Hold on, fwen hewp! Fwuffy no maenie!”
>It sees a big rock near by. The rock is as big as a fluffy’s head.
>It grunts with exertion as it pushes the rock over its friend.
>”Use dis to cwimb on and jump up.” It yells before pushing the large rock over.
>The rock travels down striking the trapped fluffy’s head with a sickening crunch.
>The trapped fluffy stops moving.
>The fluffy up top starts yelling down, “Ok fwen, cwimb on wock!”
>When it gets no answer, “Why fwen no tawk to fwuffy. Fwen cwimb up!”
>The fluffy starts getting frustrated, “If fwen no tawk, I weave fwen! It yoo tuwn to count!”
>The dead fluffy remains motionless dangling in the crevice.
>The live fluffy starts stomping in frustration. ”Fwen no tawk, fwuffy go way!”
>Fluffy turns and walks back into the jungle. “Fwuffy no wan be awone….”