Fluffy in the Backyard

>You are a stray fluffy named Butch.
>You had a dum dum daddy!
>He would always hit you with a sorry stick just because you made bad poopies.
>He wouldn’t give you spaghetti every meal.
>You ran away from the dum dum.
>You tried to get a new daddy but they were all meanies.
>When you would walk up and ask for spaghetti they would just give you owwie.
>That is ok.
>You found out you do not need a daddy.
>There is plenty of food on the ground and you can always find sippies.
>So you have taken up living on the street.
>You have even found a nice box to sleep in at night.
>You are a happy fluffy.
>You just wish you had some friends to play with.
>Today you are wondering and see an open yard with fresh cut grass.
>It smells real good.
>You truddle into the yard happily ready to have some good noms.
>You find a wet pile of cut grass and start to sloppily chew on it.
>It tastes good in your mouth.
>You smile as you chomp wagging your tail.
>”Hewwo! Nyu fwen? Wan pway?”
>You swallow in surprise and start to twirl around looking for the source of the voice.
>”Tee hee hee! Yoo am siwwy!”
>You frantically look around and then your gaze trails up at the nearby house.
>In a window a fluffy is staring down at you.
>Your mouth drops open as you stare at her.
>It is the prettiest fluffy you have ever seen.
>Only her head is above the window sill but just from that you see her blue sparkling eyes.
>She has violet fluff with a pink mane.
>You feel your cheeks flush as you look at her.
>She smiles down at you, “Yoo funny fwuffy. Mimsy wike yoo.”
>You feel your little heart pitter as she gazes down upon you.
>You sit back and wave at this new fluffy, “Hewwo! Wan pway? Booch wan be fwen wif fwuffy!”
>You see her head bounce with joy, “Yay! Mimsy haf nyu fwen! Yoo come pway wif fwuffy!”
>”Daddeh be hewe soon and gif wots wubs fo nyu fwen!”
>You look up at her, “Booch nuu nee daddeh! Dey dum dums! Yoo come pway wif Booch!”
>She gets a shocked look on her face which quickly turns to anger.
>”Nuu! Daddeh am gud daddeh! Yoo bad fwuffy fo say daddeh am dum dum!”
>She glares at you, “Mimsy gif bad fwuffy a humph!”
>She turns her nose up at you and gif a cute ‘humph’ in your direction.
>Oh no!
>You just met the prettiest fluffy ever and you just made her mad!
>”Nuuu! Pwease nuu humph Booch! Booch am sowwy!”
>You plead with this oretty fluffy but she just keeps her nose upturned at you and doesn’t speak again.
>You lower you head and eat some more grass.
>You look back up at the fluffy in the window and she still doesn’t acknowledge you.
>You wonder off and head back to your box.
>You have a restless night as you toss and turn.
>You can’t get the pretty fluffy out of your mind.
>The way her face glowed and the way she was smiling at you.
>You feel flush just thinking of her.
>You finally doze off dreaming of running through yards with her giggling a laughing.
>You wake up the next morning.
>You waddle to the house again.
>the cut grass isn’t fresh anymore but you still nibble on the clippings.
>You mope around the yard and find her window sill again.
>You tentatively yell up to the window, “Fwen? Wan pway?”
>Her head slowly raises above the sill and looks down at you.
>She seems surprised to see you.
>”why bad fwuffy back? “
>”Mimsy gif yoo humph again!”
>She raises  her cute nose again and gifs you a resounding humph.
>You lay down on your belly and look up at the pretty fluffy.
>”Pwease nuu humph Booch. Boochg wan be fwens wif pwetty fwuffy…”
>Your eyes moisten trying not to cry.
>You don’t want to have this pretty fluffy mad at you.
>She slightly opens on of her eyes still keeping her nose turned up.
>”Yoo tink Mimsy am pwetty?”
>You nod furiously, “Booch tink yoo pwetties fwuffy Booch see!”
>She keeps her nose upturned but it looks like her cheeks are flushing.
>After a moment she looks down at you, “Mimsy tink yoo pwetty fwuffy too…”
>She quickly raises her nose but is peeking at you to see your reaction.
>Your heart start to pitter a mile a second.
>She thinks you are a pretty fluffy!
>She likes you!
>You jump up and start to twirl in circles.
>After a minute you get dizzy and fall down.
>You guard your tummy, “Booch tummy am wiggging…”
>Mimsy giggles ay you smiling her prettiest smile.
>You get enery again and start to leap about, “Yay! Fwen come pway wif Booch! Booch haf funsies wif pwetty fwen!”
>Mimsy loses her smile and she looks down, “Mimsy nuu go outside… daddeh nuu awwow Mimsy…”
>Her face brightens up, “Yoo come in and pway wif Mimsy! We pway inside!”
>”Bu’ how Booch go to pwetty fwuffy?”
>You try to wrap your tiny brain around how to get to your new friend.
>Mimsy starts to giggle, “Go to open pwace! Daddeh haf speshul pwace fo fwuffy go twough!”
>You start to shuffle looking down, “Nu’ daddeh am meanie to Booch… mu wan daddeh meanies…”
>Mimsy looks down at you with her glowing face, “Mimsy daddeh am bestest daddeh! Mimsy daddeh gif wubs aww fwuffy!”
>”Honey? Who are you speaking to?”
>Oh no!
>You see Mimsy’s head drop, “Daddeh! Daddeh! Mimsy haf nyu fwen daddeh! Can fwen come pway wif Mimsy? Pwease!”
>You hear foot steps.
>A daddy is coming!
>You don’t want a sorry stick!
>You get so scared you make scaredy poopies.
>Oh no!
>You start to scramble about, “Booch sowwy! Nuu mean make bad poopies! Booch….. WHAAAAAAA!”
>You turn and run away as fast as you can.
>You finally make it back to your box.
>You are huffing as you look behind you.
>You the start to stomp angrily and kick at nothing in particular.
>You feel like a stupid fluffy!
>You had a new friend and you ran away because you were afraid of the daddy!
>You lay down and cover your eyes.
>Little streams of tears start to flow.
>You really liked Mimsy.
>You wish you could go back to her.
>You really want to play with her.
>You lay there the rest of the day moping.
>When night falls you finally go to sleep.
>You dream of Mimsy.
>You are running around in a yard.
>She runs up and tackles you.
>You gif her the bestest tickles ever.
>She laughs the most beautiful laugh ever.
>She then throws herself on you and gives you the bestest hug ever!
>You can’t help yourself, you hug her back!
>You give each other the greatest hug ever given.
>Then a shadow falls over you.
>You look up.
>Oh no!
>It’s a daddy!
>You try to run away but Mimsy hold you tight.
>You can’t get away!
>The daddy leans over and grabs the two of you up!
>He then….
>He hugs you….
>You the daddy and Mimsy are all together giving each other the bestest hug ever!
>You have never felt so loved!
>You jolt awake.
>Your heart is still pittering.
>You can’t help but to think of your pretty friend Mimsy.
>You start to truddle to her house but you are scared.
>You were a stupid fluffy.
>Maybe she doesn’t want to be your friend anymore!
>You wander back and forth for a bit then take off.
>You have to be with your friend!
>You run to her yard as fast as your little legs can waddle.
>You run around until you find her widow again, “Fwen! Fwen! Booch am hewe fwen!”
>Her head raises up and looks down at you.
>Her face lights up, “Yay! Fwen back! Mimsy miss fwen…”
>She lowers her head to where just her eyes are above the sill.
>”Mimsy weawwy wike fwen… yoo be Mimsy speshul fwen?”
>Your eyes sparkle!
>You run around the yard yipping.
>”Wes! Booch beyoo speshul fwen! Booch wub speshul fwen!”
>”You smile up at the pretty fluffy smiling, “Booch wub yoo daddeh too! Yoo daddeh mus’ be bestest daddeh ebeh!”
>her head raises up with a beaming smile, “Den fwen come in and pway wif Mimsy?”
>”Booch come to fwen! How Booch get fwen!?”
>She looks off to her right, “Day way fwuffy do’.”
>You take off truddling and giggling.
>You are so happy!
>You find the door and see the little pet door at the bottom.
>You twaddle up to it and enter the house.
>”Fwen! Whewe fwen! Wan gif huggies an’ pway!”
>You are smiling and your tail is wagging furiously.
>You hear foot steps.
>It’s the daddeh!
>You know he isn’t like your last daddy.
>He walks in and sees you, “Well hello there little fellow, and what is your name?”
>”Fwuffy am Booch! Wan pway wif pwetty fwuffy! Wan be wif speshul fwen!”
>He bends over and scruffs your mane.
>”Ok there big guy! You must be the one my little princes had been talking about.”
>He picks you up and cradles you while rubbing your belly.
>He carries you into a room.
>You wiggle up, “Nyu fwen! Booch hewe! Fwen-“
>You see her.
>She is on the window sill.
>She turns and smiles at you, “Yay! Speshul fwen come to Mimsy!”
>”….fwen…”
>In her back is a huge nail driven through her back and into the wood on the sill.
>He belly skin has been pulled out and stapled down.
>”Mimsy happy speshul fwen hewe, noa Mimsy nuu be wonewy…”
>Tears of joy start to flow down her face.
>A nub with blackened dead flesh falling off bone is on her rump moving around.
>The last remnants of a tail trying to wag.
>What is left of her rear is smeared and matted with poop and a yellow stain of pee is trailing away from her toward the sill edge.
>On her side a large portion of her skin has been cut away with her chest muscles and some of her ribs showing.
>On her rear hip, her right leg has been hacked off at the hip.
>Bit of bone is exposed and little white things are wriggling around in the wound.
>Her front right leggie is stuck in a glass jar.
>Her front left is a mangled hole where a leg used to be.
>The leg in the jar is missing its fluff and the skin is blackened and forming blisters.
>Bit of the bone is exposed from the dead rotting flesh falling away.
>And the worst thing is the bug monsters.
>The jar is crawling with them crawling up on her dead leg eating the dead flesh away.
>She is still smiling, “daddeh gif Mimsy wots of wub… and noa yoo get wots of wub…”
>”… fwen otay?...”
>”Mimsy so wonewy… Wast speshul fwen nuu tawk to Mimsy nuu mo…”
>She looks to her side.
>You follow her gaze to the corpse.
>It is just strips of skin and fluff covering bone.
>In the middle of the skeletal remains is a large nail sticking up.
>”Booch… Booch wan go way…”
>The daddeh just laughs, “Go away? You just got here.”
>Mimsy starts to look distressed, “Nuu, nyu fwen haf stay! Daddeh gif wubs nyu fwen!”
>The man gives you a little toss and catches you, “That I will! I love all fluffies!”
>You look at the man shaking, “Pwease misteh… Booch nuu wan owies…”
>He leans in close to your face, “How can things done with love… ever hurt?”
>”Nuuuu….”
>”Mimsy happy! ….nyu fwen hewe!”
>The man holds you tight as he walks to the window sill.
>The smell of Mimsy starts to hit you, “Nuu smeww pwetty…”
>The man kicks the top of a box below the window open.
>He reaches down and gets a large nail and sets it on the sill.
>”Mimsy am happy!”
>”…wan go way…”
>The man picks up a hammer.
>”Mimsy nyu fwen stay wif Mimsy and get Daddeh wub!”
>Her dead nub trying desperately to wag.
>The man places you on the sill.
>You start to try and push yourself off.
>Mimsy smiles warmly at you, “Daddeh gif yoo wubs noa.”
>”Pwease…”, you are covering your nose to try and protect yourself from the stench that is starting to cling to you.
>”Wan go way…”
>”You aren’t going anywhere. I don’t let my loved ones leave.” The man says in an almost hushed tone.
>”Nuuu…”
>You feel the point of the nail touching your back.
>You see the hammer go up.
>”Booch nuu wike dis game!”
>You kick frantically but the man holds you still.
>”You are gloing to love it here!”  He hisses.
>“NUUUUUUUU!!!”