Redneck V. Furry Equine

>scene: a sizable herd of fluffy ponies is wandering around in bumfuck nowhere, Texas
>without freely available food, the fluffies' numbers should be dwindling
>fluffies, however, lack anything resembling forethought, and breed furiously
>the adults are emaciated, and the foals are well under the size they should be for their age
>their fur thin, sun-bleached and dirt-caked, they wander aimlessly in a sort of collective unconscious, eternally searching for new friends and food
>when suddenly, one catches a whiff of a recently mowed lawn across a sun-baked road.
>"Fwuffy smeww nummies! Gwassies make tummy nu ouchies!"
>"Fwuffy smeww too! Waaaah! Scawy hot pwace!"
>"Hot pwace go 'way, fwuffy wan' nummies!"
>"Waaaah! Munsta make scawy vumvum!"
>the oblivious fluffies in back shove at the ones ahead, aware only of the presence of food. "Fwuffy wan' nummies too! Fwuffy wan' happy tummy!"
>as a result, the fluffies scramble into the street with a cacophany of "Ouchies!" "Weggies ouchies!" "Fwuffy weggies hot!"
>For an instant, some hurting fluffies assume the "huggies" position, but the scorching pavement burns their o-rings harder than it does their hooves
>most of the fluffies make it across. They're galloping by this point. A foal falls off of its mother's back.
>It peeps weakly at its mother, who is scurrying across the road. She doesn't notice. The foal begins to bake on the asphalt, but after a minute, a passing car grants it a quick death
>"Nummies cwose!" yelps a fluffy. "Pwease nummies now!" begs another, at nobody in particular
>They squeeze their way into a hole in a wooden privacy fence, propelled mostly by their friends behind them.
>As they pass a thorny bush covering the other end of the hole (now thoroughly coated with a rainbow of pale fluff, as well as a few specks of blood), they cannot help but stare in wonder
>"Wossa gwassies!" a fluffy says, reaching down to chow on the clippings
>"Fwuffy wike gwassies! Gwassies yummy!" "Hihihi! Fwuffy woww in gwassies! Weeeeee!"
>"Fwuffy scawed! Wufwuf scawy noise go 'way!" shrieks a fluffy, running in circles. She soon calms down and begins grazing, too hungry to worry.
>"Num num num!" shouts a sunny yellow fluffy, vocalising his chews
>"Nu smeww pwetty! Big poopies!" says a pegasus, noting a pile too large for a fluffy
>Several of the foals are slowly and deliberately chewing smaller blades of grass and yipping at each other playfully

>"God damnit Betty, we got critters in the yard again. It's those fuckin' technicolor shits."
>"Calm down, Marshall, just let the dogs take care of 'em. You know how much they like playing with those things. Besides, YOU need to fix that hole in the fence."

>A gaggle of dogs wander out of a screen door
>the fluffies are absolutely terrified at the "scawy munstoos".
>unable to find the exit, which is now obscured by a bush, the fluffies run around aimlessly, often bumping into each other, at which point they topple over and wiggle their legs in the air frantically.
>"Pwease nu huwt fwuffy!" an upturned fluffy bleats. A doberman snatches it up and shakes it vigorously from side to side, an act which causes the fluffy to loose its bowels.
>A few scotties pick up the foals like chew toys, and play with them as such. The foals squeak obligingly to every squeeze.
>This continues for a good hour, at which point all of the fluffies are either dead or dying.
>It was a good day for the dogs.