The Show

>today you picked up a crate of fluffy ponies
>about 70 of them piled to the top
>the crate should only hold about 10
>oh well
>as you load them into the back of your pickup truck you hear their constant baby talk, mostly jibberish
>"No smeww Pwettie!" "Fwuffy wan out!" "Dawk pwace scawy!" "Fwuffy hungy! Want sketties!" "Wan nummies!"
>home is about a 10 minute drive
>the entire drive, you smelt the horrible stench of shit coming from the box
>thank god you aren't going to have to clean them
>pull into driveway
>as you go to pickup the crate from the back you hear more babble
>"Stop shaking...?" "Hewwo is anyone dewe?" "Fwuffy hungy! Hewp Fwuffy!" "Fwuffy make poopie!" "No smeww pwetty" "Help Fwuffy babies! Dey sweeping!"
>carry the crate into the backyard
>open up the top with your trusty crowbar
>literally see fumes rising from the box
>disgusting.jpg
>now all the Fluffy ponies inside are getting excited that its not dark anymore
>"Wight! Can see!" "Pwease hewp!" "Wan nummies!" "Tummy huwt..." "Too bwight!" "Wewe awe we?" "Hewwo Fwuffy fwend!"
>they haven't seen you yet
>well, in any case, better get started
>throw a lit match into the crate
>lie back in your beach chair
>enjoy the show