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- >True to his word, Slate was a good fluffy despite being alone.
- >He's awfully glad to see you when you come in.
- >”Nice hooman fin' new fwiends?”
- >You did, but they were in terrible states.
- >The lucky ones were corpses, baked to death in the stifling heat of yesterday.
- >The unlucky ones were alive, but lame.
- >The hot sidewalks and asphalt obliterated their hooves, rendering them immobile.
- >You left them where they lay, even though it really made you sad.
- >Best not tell Slate any of this.
- “I didn't...sorry.”
- >Slate frowns at you as you take him out of the cage.
- >”Nee' new fwiends fo' hewd...”
- >If only it were winter.
- >You don't even bother putting him in the pen. May as well let him run around.
- >”Swate go fin' new fwiends.”
- >He waddles toward the glass front of the building.
- >When he contacts it, the impact causes him to sit down roughly and rub his nose.
- >”Tingy no wet Swate out. Nice hooman, hewp?”
- “Slate, if you go out there, you'll...”
- >Better not tell him that, either.
- >”Nee' new fwiends fo' hewd,” he frowns, waddling over and clamping onto your shin.
- “I know, I just don't think there are any right now.”
- >You use the time to get some housekeeping done.
- >Everything gets a good cleaning.
- >Slate tries to help, rubbing up against the baseboards with his fluff.
- >Just after eleven, you hear someone pull up outside.
- >The smile on your face runs away when you see the car.
- >Sarah walks in, immediately smirking at the emptiness.
- >”A fluffy shelter without fluffies?”
- >You're scowling. Slate waddles over and hugs those stupid boots of hers.
- >”Hooman dat hewp babehs. Swate 'memba.”
- >”I can't believe he's still here.”
- “What do you want, Sarah?”
- >She looks ever so slightly offended. “I can't check up on my little sister?”
- >You're not buying it. Slate ceases hugging her boots and looks up.
- >”Fwiend haf fwuffy fwiends? Nee' new fwiends. No haf hewd.”
- >She smirks down at him. ”I see that.”
- >Then she looks up at you and folds her arms.
- >”How long do you plan on keeping him by himself? You know what happens.”
- >”Nee' new fwiends,” he babbles, waddling around and looking.
- >It's already beginning.
- >The second you think that, you frown for two reasons: one, you don't want Slate to die of isolation.
- >Second, you already know Sarah's end game, and her reason for visiting.
- >”Of all the fluffies here, I thought he'd be the first to go,” she remarks idly, examining her black nails.
- >Damn it!
- “Is that why you're here? To empty the shelter and make me do something else so mom will be satisfied?”
- >She looks a lot more offended now. “I was actually checking up on you, you know.”
- >Now you feel a bit awkward, at least until she starts grinning.
- >”Thanks for the idea, though.”
- >Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!
- >”Hey, Slate, I have a lot of fluffy friends. Would you like to go with me?”
- >Of course, he waddles quickly back over to her.
- >”New fwiends, pwease. Swate nee' hewd.”
- “No! Absolutely not!”
- >She is not going to win this time. Even if you have to smuggle Slate home and hide him in your closet, you're...
- >You feel a tug at your skirt and look down. Slate is looking back.
- >”Swate go wif fwiend, nice hooman. Haf new hewd.”
- “No, she's not your friend! She'll do horrible things!”
- >Sarah pins you down with an icy glare, but you won't relent.
- >Sure, she saved the foals. It was just a ploy to get on your good side, you're sure of it!
- “Fwiend h-huwt Swate?” he asks nervously.
- “Yes! She'll hurt you a lot!”
- >”B-but, fwiend hewp babehs, fwiend no huwt babehs...”
- >You're about to say something else, but the look on Sarah's face renders you mute.
- >”You are so naïve, Lucy.”
- “A-at least I have a conscious...”
- >She picks a confused Slate up and sets him on the desk.
- >Then, she reaches into her jeans pocket, pulls out her wallet, and slams some money on the table.
- >With that, she picks Slate up again and carries him to the door.
- “Hey! You can't take him!”
- >”I've paid you the fee.”
- “You didn't sign the paperwork!”
- >”The paperwork has no legal binding here, Lucy! They're toys! Are you going to call the cops? After all the heat from mom I've taken on your behalf?”
- >”N-no wike yewwin'...”
- >“...it's time you moved on.”
- >Your hands are tied, and even worse, you're so beta compared to her.
- >Then again, even Chuck Norris would be her bitch.
- “Fine...but you're going to sign this. It may not matter to the law, it matters to me.”
- >She gives you an annoyed look, but comes back to the desk.
- >After signing the paperwork, she carries Slate to the door.
- >”Swate go now, nice hooman. Fin' fwiends, make new hewd. Swate say fank yoo fo' be nice.”
- >You run over and take him out of Sarah's arms to give him a big hug.
- >”No cwy.”
- “Don't you dare hurt him.”
- >She doesn't reply to your request. You reluctantly give him back, and Sarah leaves.
- >You watch him sit in the passenger seat of that damn Porsche. He waves a hoof at you and smiles.
- >Then she pulls out and drives away.
- >Gotta get some tissues. Oh, you're out. Great.
- >There's no reason for you to be here any longer, so you lock up and drive home.
- >Might as well try to catch up on the sleep your dreams of Nimbus kebabs keep robbing.
- ------
- >Well, that failed.
- >You were mired in a fitful sleep for about three hours. It's barely past three in the afternoon.
- >Even worse, Slate kept popping up, asking 'why nice hooman wet dis happen?'
- >You know what? To hell with it. You're going down there and seeing exactly what she did to him.
- >And if she condemned him to that life, well, you're going to throw a fit about it!
- >Then you're going to go find some stra--
- >Maybe not. It feels like an oven out here, if the oven were on fire in a volcano in the center of the sun.
- >The closer you get to Sarah's store, the more nervous you feel.
- >If you damaged her business, she would probably beat you to death with a tire iron.
- >Not because of lost income, mind you, just out of principle.
- >Still, Slate is the only one left you can save. You have to at least find out what happened to him.
- >You're here, but it takes you a minute to find a place to park.
- >You walk briskly up the sidewalk to the door, but something catches your eye through the big window on the right side of the front.
- >It's Slate. He's in the foal pen with Cherry and a dozen little fluffies, looking very serious.
- >When he sees you, he waves. So does the red pegasus.
- >This apparently attracts Sarah's attention, because a minute later she comes out the door.
- >“Fancy seeing you here.”
- >She stands beside you as you look in the window.
- “What is he doing?”
- >”I needed another trainer to help Cherry.”
- “Why didn't you just tell me that?”
- >“Because, in your words, I'm a 'horrible person'.”
- >Ouch. Okay, you might have deserved that one.
- >You both watch him nudging a little white pegasus toward the litter box.
- >”Do you really hate me?”
- >You clasp your hands in front you and look down.
- “I don't like what you do to them.”
- >You see her shrug out of the corner of your eye. “If I didn't hold them in the basement, they'd die out here every summer.”
- “You end up killing them anyway.”
- >”Not all of them.”
- >You turn to her in disbelief. She just grins back at you.
- >”Drop by in about a month. I'll show you. Anyway, I've got to get back to work. Do you want to say hello to Slate?”
- >You look in the window again.
- >Slate is fully occupied with the foals, even helping Cherry break up fights.
- “No...I...I should be going too.”
- >Sarah actually gives you a half-hug as you go.
- >Out of habit, you drive up the street to the shelter and go inside.
- >You open the desk drawer and begin rifling through the paperwork.
- >Each document has the name of the fluffy adopted and the date.
- >You skip the mass adoption of the day before yesterday, as it makes your stomach turn.
- >The others you linger on. This is why you make people fill this stuff out; it's a record of when your fluffies started their new lives.
- >Slate's papers are still on the desk where Sarah left them.
- >You look at them last and realize something.
- >For the first time in a year, you have no idea what to do next.
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