Tunnel

>You are a kind fluffy owner and today you are excited.
>You have purchased a large play tunnel from the local toy store.
>You can’t wait to give it to your fluffy pony.
>You get home and set up the tunnel in your small front yard.
>You walk into your home and find your fluffy sleeping in her blanket nest cooing gently.
>You wake her up by nudging her.
>She leaps up and hugs your legs, “Daddeh home! Sketties fo fwuffy?”
>She giggles slightly melting your heart.
>You sit down on the floor in front of her, “Daddy got you a surprise today.”
>”Yay!” She jumps in your lap patting at your pockets clumbsily with her hooves.
>”Fwuffy wuv pwise! Whewe pwise daddeh? Whewe pwice!”
>”Its outside, let me show you.”
>She giggles as you pick her up and carry her outside.
>She sees the tunnel set up.
>Her eyes get wide and her jaw drops, “Wha dat?” she says pointing with her hoof.
>”Daddy bought you a new toy.” You smile warmly at her.
>You set her down and she walks up to it in awe.
>”How pway daddeh?”
>”Watch.” You get down on all fours and crawl through it.
>Her face lights up, “Daddeh! Yoo go in one sie and com owt uther!”
>She runs around the tunnel, “I wan twy! Wet fwuffy twy!”
>”Go ahead pumpkin, daddy bought it for you.” You feel so proud.
>She smiles big as she enters the tunnel, “Fwuffy happy daddeh!”
>After a mont there is banging on the sides of the tunnel.
>”Wost! Fwuffy wost!” Your fluffy yells.
>You look concerned and start to walk to the tunnel.
>”Whaaaa! Hewp! Fwuffy wost! Wahhhh!!”
>It starts to roll away from you toward the road.
>You run and grab it, “Pumpkin, are you ok?”
>”Daddeh! DADDEH! Hewp! Hewp fwuffy!”
>You run to one end but it starts to roll again turning away from you.
>The top of the tunnel bumps up like something hit it.
>”What the?”
>”Owwiiieee! Weggie! Weggie hewt! Hewp daddeh!”
>You have to jump and tackle one end of the tunnel.
>You pick it up and dangle it letting your fluffy fall out.
>”Sowwy daddeh… fwuffy mae bad poopies…”
>She must have shit herself in terror, she is covered in it.
>Her back leg is swollen.
>You pick up your crying fluffy.
>She looks down and scolds the tunnel.
>“Dat toy meanie toy! Toy hewt fwuffy! Why toy be meanie! Bad toy!”
>You gently clean your fluffy and get ready to take her to the vet.
>Tunnels seem too complicated for fluffies.
>You wonder if the toy store will take back a shit stained tunnel.