Of Janitors and Fluffys

>You are a fluffy pony named Sunshine!
>You're a class pet!
>It was scary at first but the hooman munstas gave you nummies! You like nummies!
>But now all the hoomans left and it's dark.
>You didn't like this part because you were the only one in your cage. No fluff piles to give huggies to.
>Suddenly something different happened. The door opened at sleep time? There's a hooman coming through in a blue jumpsuit! Maybe he'll give you dinner nummies!
>"Hooman give nummies?" You ask him.
>The mustachioed janitor takes the cage off the table you were on and puts you on the floor.
>He opens the cage and undoes his belt.
>"Dat no nummies... No wan' specha hugs!"
>As he opens the cage you run between his feet.
>He turns too quickly and falls to the ground.
>His pockets look bigger.
>"Nuu! Nu wan'! Go 'way meanie munsta!"
>As he lunges for you, he slips and falls face-first on the ground.
>His face is leaking boo-boo juice.
>Wait...that smells like...tomato sauce?
>There are noodles emanating from his pockets.
>He cries a river of zesty sauce as he slips on the spaghetti flowing freely from his pockets.
>He runs out the door in shame from being outsmarted by a fluffy pony.
>Oh well, at least you got sketties!