Rough Night for Fluffy

1/2
>Come home from work.
>Oh shit...safe room door is open.
>Frantic search for fluffy pony.
>Sigh of relief, there she is in the kitchen.
>Uh-ho...laying on her side, clutching belly in pain.
>"Owwwiieee! Fwuffy tummy huwt! Pwease huggies daddee!"
>Check cabinet under sink.
>Did fluffy eat some toxic cleaning chemical?
>No...cabinet is still locked.
>Look around kitchen.
>Box of peanut-butter fudge cookies torn open.
>It's completely empty.
"Did you do this, Maxie?"
>Look of fear in fluffy pony's eyes.
>"Fwuffy sowwy...smewl nummies...daddee no home..."
>No wonder she has a belly-ache.
>"Pwease huggies daddee..."
>This is not the time for sympathy.
>Pick up Maxine by fluffy mane.
>She squeals in pain...both from fluff and stomach-ache.
>Take her to the bathroom.
>Drop her in the litter box.
>Tie cord around her tail.
>Tie other end to drawer knob above.
>Fluffy tries to run, but can't escape litter box.
"You ate a whole box of cookies, you'll spend the whole night here."
>Fluffy pony cries and begs to be let free.
>"Fwuffy sowwee! Pwease no make fwuffy stay stinky pwace!"
"It's gonna get a whole lot stinkier."

2/2
>Leave her crying in her litterbox.
>You could have given her some pink bismuth for her stomach.
>You could have given her a laxitive to make pooping easier.
>You could have stayed & comforted her.
>But she'd never learn then, would she?
>Fluffy cries all night, trapped in the "stinky pwace."
>Suffering difficult, painful shits.
>Every time you come in to shit or take a leak, fluffy begs.
>"Pwease wet fwuffy go! Fwuffy sowwee eat nummies!"
"Does your belly still hurt?"
>"Fwuffy tummy huwt! Pwease meddycin...pwease huggies!"
"Sounds like you still have some work to do."
>Leave crying fluffy in litterbox.
>Next morning, she's done.
>Surrounded by big, hard turds.
>Whimpering, tail still tied above her.
>She couldn't sleep like that.
>"Poopies...aww done...daddee. Tummy no mowe...huwt."
"Good, and if you break out of your safe-room again you get the sorry stick."
>Put her in the safe room.
>She's asleep before you even close the door.
>Two days later, knock on the front door.
>It's Bruno from FPPA.
>Awards you a certificate for responsible fluffy ownership.
>How did he know?
>That man is magic.