Just a Tuesday

"Oh yeah, look here, Fluffy Ponies, whole herd of'em."
>Your client shakes her head
>"How did they get in there?"
"Who knows, these runts pop up in all sorts of places."
>A concerned look appears on her face
>"Can you get rid of them?"
"Mam, I've never seen anything like this before."
"Fluffs are in your walls, old houses like this can have gaps between them."
"I could seal off the house and gas them but..."
>You pull a pregnant, shit covered dam out of the hole
"That would leave you with a lot of these decaying in there."
>You place the fluffy's head under the faucet and turn it on
>Its struggling causes it to go into labor, newborn foals shoot out
>They're swept into the drain as their mother drowns
"Heh, five down"
>"What about like that? Just take them out one at a time."
"Well, I'd have to rip half of your walls out to get to them all."
>She makes a phone call while you fish more fluffies out
>"Ok, do it, we were planning on remodeling anyway."
>You tear open a section of wall exposing several fluffies
"Hey fellas, who wants to come with me and leave this nice lady alone?"
>The fluffies puff their cheeks at you, some poop in your direction
"Well, I asked, guess we do this the hard way"
>You pull a small aluminum bat out of your toolbox
"Might want to stand back, miss, bound to be some splatter"
>With a grin and a glint in your eye, you start crushing fluffies
>They try to escape but the gaps become cluttered with debris
>Helpless, they can only watch as each one is beaten to death
>For them it's the worst, and final, day of their lives
>For you, it's Tuesday