Fluffy Mac

>Adopt fluffy pony
>Red with a blonde mane and tail, green eyes
>Always chewing on a strand of thread from a carpet that it thinks is spaghetti
>Name him, "Mac", because you want him to pronounce his name right
>Go home
>Mac loves new house
>Best of all, he's a rescue fluffy, so he's soft-spoken as opposed to other fluffies
"How you like the new house?"
>"Wike it, daddy." it says, plainly
"Cool. Well, that's your safe room, there's some toys there and a bed and a litter box. You know to only make poopies in the litter box, right?"
>"Yup, daddy."
>You watch it go and silently-but-happily play with its toys
>Beautiful
>You think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship
>You go to the kitchen and grab an apple
>Chomp at the apple and watch mac play in the doorway
>Mac soon notices the apple in your hand and starts walking towards you
"What're ya doin', little buddy?"
>"Gotta buc' appows, daddy."
>Mac turns around and thrusts his back legs at your legs as hard as his wittle muscles can move them
>You wanna play along
"*BNNK*"
>As you make the shitty sound-effect, you toss the apple lightly into the air
>You look down
>Fluffy Mac has been crushed by the falling apple
>Live by the apple, die by the apple