Fall of Cleveland 20 - Horrible with Directions

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Written by Vanner

New England Fluffies are Horrible with Directions
>You are Indigo, an earth pony smarty friend.
>Your herd numbers in the "a lot." So many fluffies, you can't even count them all, and you can even count to four, four times.
>It's a veritable sea of multicolored fluff as they waddle in the grassy area between the rows of hot black ground.
>With so many fluffies, you travel far every day just to make sure there's grassies enough to feed them all.
>But soon, you won't have to worry about grassies.
> You won't have to worry about the loud munster that turns fluffies into boo-boo juice and fluff.
>You won't have to worry about the scary fast boxes that makes fluffies flat.
>Spaghetti Land is only a few more dark times away. You remember this because your former owner once took you to this mythical "Cwevawand"
>You remember it all so well, but the fluffies that follow you are tired. With so many, there is never enough food to fill everyone's bellies.
>And there are so many mommies. Dozens upon dozen of mommies that take so much time to get rolled through the grassies.
>At this rate, Spaghetti Land seems like a dream that your babies will have to fulfill for you. It's all too much.
>"Wook!" yells Clover, your second in command. "Dat sketti mountain?"
>"Sketti?" "nummies?" "Whehe?" "Yay!"
>You quint, gazing out at the steaming tower. It doesn't look quite like a mountain of spaghetti, but it's steaming like a mountain of spaghetti would. And it's about the right color.
>You order the nearby fluffies in a hug pile, so that you can stand atop them and deliver the good news.
>"Wisten fwuffies!" you says to the gathered mass multicolored fluff. "We twavel faw to seek Sketti wand and it wite dere!"
>You point to the steaming towers. "We woose fwuffies awong da way, and it hawd walk, but we heh!"
>"Bebies wi wiv wif no feaw of munsters! Dere skettis fow eveyone! We made it!"
>The joyous shouts and hugs of a thousand fluffies warms your heart to no end. Sad water forms at your eye, but it's not because of pain, or sadness.
>It's pure joy. Mercury was right, Spaghetti Land is real, and you've made it.
>There's not fast boxes to hurt you at the moment, and your herd of fluffies blankets the hot black ground as they trundle toward the towers.
>You look up at the green sign, knowing it says "Spaghetti Land" in Human.
>What you don't know is that it actually says "Perry Nuclear Generating Station"