Sketties Night

Anonymous Mon 14 May 2012 21:07:00 No.1917377 | /mlp/ =======================================================================================================================================
>Tonight is the night.
>Sketties Night.
>You've been good ALLLLLLLLLLLL week!
>No poopies. No sorry stick. No Nothin!
>As a reward. daddy gives you sketties.
>Thick noodles, sauce full of flavor, cooked at the right temperature.
>You may even get Parmesan cheese this time.
>You trot into the kitchen, seeing daddy at the stove.
>Steam. Clanging. Sweat.
>It all leads to the true meaning of life:
>Spaghetti.
>You sit patiently.
>"Time for din din!" daddy exclaims.
>You can't contain yourself!
>You are running around in a circle, yelping "Sketties! Sketties!"
>Daddy stops in his tracks.
>"Sketties?" he arches his brow.
>"No. This is..." he places the plate in front of you.
>"BROCCOLI!!!!!!!!
>The steaming green plates lay in front of you.
>You stare at the plate.
>"Eat up!" daddy says as he leaves the kitchen.
>You continue to look at the plate.
>Only one thing is on your mind.
>Why?
>Why did this happen? Why did daddy do this?
>Did you do something wrong?
>Are you a bad fluffy?
>The floodgates open.
>You drown in your tears.
>"AHAHAHA! JUST KIDDING!! I knew tonight is sketties night fluffy! Here you go!" he bursts through the door with a piping hot plate of sketties.
>The owner stares at the corpse of his pet.
>While it seems that the pony died by drowning in a pool of its own tears, you know the real reason.
>Heartbreak.