Everything Fluffy wants

>You are a fluffy pony.
>Your daddy loves you.
>Daddy is always petting you, scratching behind your ear, and buying toys for you to play with.
>Just last night before bed he rolled you around and tickled you for 10 minutes.
>But those times get further and further apart.
>You love your daddy.
>Daddy has to work a lot.
>Because of this he buys you things to keep you occupied.
>You have a big red ball that you love to play with.
>And blocks… oh you have bag and bags of blocks.
>You set them out and push them around and sometimes stack them.
>And a glowing box!
>It has moving pictures that you can watch.
>Your daddy makes sure you have everything!
>He even has a balloon tied on a string you can pull down and bop.
>Oh wow! Here comes daddy now!
>DADDY! DADDY! PLAY WITH ME DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!
>… he is too busy again.
>But its ok, he’ll come back later and play.
>Maybe.
>You lie down and look at all your toys.
>You lazily swat at your ball.
>You have everything a fluffy could want.
>Except someone else to play with all your wonderful things with you.