The Road Less Travelled

Anonymous Fri 20 Apr 2012 21:55:33 No.1381008 | /mlp/
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>Hiking in the woods on your day off, one of the few luxuries you have left.
>Trying to take the road less traveled this time.
>Enter a small clearing populated by a bunch of fluffy ponies.
>They might be stray, feral, or possibly both.
>It takes them a moment to realize that they have a guest.
>They then panic and begin running away from you.
>A pregnant mare is struggling to get away from you, but she can barely move without help from the other fluffies.
>At one time her coat might have been lime green. It’s hard to tell due to how filthy she is.
>You pick her up and follow the other fluffy ponies as they try to get away from you.
>Sometimes they forget why they were running and start grazing again until your shadow falls over them or they hear the pregnant mare screaming.
>Eventually you are led to where a whole herd of them has gathered underneath a very old tree.
>There are about twenty-five of them.
>The smarty friend, an azure Pegasus pony, faces you.
>A midnight blue unicorn is at its side.
>”Pwease no huwt mamma fwuff. If wan’ huwt, huwt me an’ pwease go,” the smarty friend says.
>You clean out your ears.
>A virtuous smarty friend? Does not compute.
>”One more time?” you ask.
>”No huwt mamma fwuff. No huwt fwends. Huwt me den go, munsta.”
>Some of the quicker fluffies realize what’s going on and beg you not to hurt their smarty friend, but the midnight blue sidekick orders them to be quiet.
>”You realize that won’t work on every monster, right?”
>”Den huwt me too an’ pwease go!” the midnight blue unicorn exclaims.

>”Relax. I just figured I’d bring this one back. Your herd needs to be a bit more careful.”
>You set down the pregnant mare.
>Two other fluffies immediately come up to her, press themselves up against her side, and help her get underneath the tree to safety.
>”No huwt fwends?” the azure Pegasus pony asks.
>”Nope,” you say as you toss two apples and an orange from your backpack at the smarty friend so that they have something to eat.
>”Dank oou,” the smarty friend says hesitantly.
>You nod and leave them where you found them.
>You mark where this has occurred with your phone.
>When you get home, you call your uncle.
>He’s a farmer and he sells the excellent fertilizer fluffy ponies have no problem producing.
>You tell him about what you discovered and he says he could always use a few more fluffies, particularly those that aren’t full of themselves since he sometimes has to get rid of them since they cause trouble for the whole pack.
>You take a day off work and go back into the woods with a large box.
>The fluffies are no longer under the tree.
>You can’t find them anywhere.
>Perhaps they took your advice.
>Wherever they are, you hope that they are okay.