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- >The twenty-four dams are bunched together in a clump, backed up against the riverbank.
- >They are highly stressed, and almost totally immobile.
- >The dams at the center of the mass scream out.
- >“Can' bweave! Can' bweave! Pwease move!”
- >The others try to roll themselves away, but can't.
- >Their stubby legs wave uselessly in the air.
- >”Hewp! Need woll! Can' woll!”
- >You intervene, picking up the dams and spreading them out.
- >”Fank...fank you fo' hewp...” they say nervously.
- >You helped, but they've been watching every fluffy they knew die for the past two hours.
- >Half of which you killed, by hand, in front of them.
- >You glance back at the bloody wrench.
- >No.
- >Instead, you look at the broad river that flows lazily before you.
- >If you beat the dams, they may give explosive birth.
- >Then you'd have to kill the foals individually.
- >You elect to kill both at once.
- >You pick up a turquoise unicorn.
- >”Hewp! Munsta got mumma! Hewp! Hewp!”
- >She is still aware.
- >Her swollen fluffy bulk wiggles under your arm.
- >She might be big, but she still weighs little more than a whisper.
- >You throw her into the river.
- >”Mumma can' swim! Hewp! Hewp! Wawa cowd! Hewp!”
- >She thrashes about on the surface like an angry bass.
- >”Hewp! Mumma need hewp! Pwease hewp!”
- >You stare at her while she writhes furiously, screaming as loud as her little lungs will permit.
- >Her fluff begins to stick to her skin.
- >She falls silent as the river pulls her under.
- >Only a bloom of bubbles is left to mark the spot.
- >The other dams are more confused than scared.
- >”Wha? Mumma fwiend okay? Stop scweamin' mean fwiend okay?” one says.
- >The ones facing the river know better, but they are quiet as church mice.
- >You can see one or two desperately stretching their forelegs up.
- >They are trying to cover their eyes.
- >If they cover their eyes, they can't see you.
- >If they can't see you, you can't see them.
- >You won't kill them if you can't see them.
- >You won't kill their children.
- >You pick up a peach pegasus that was facing the river.
- >She talks to you quietly.
- >You have never heard a fluffy whisper before.
- >”Pwease no huwt babehs, babehs good fwuffies, mumma good fwuffy...”
- >You throw her into the river.
- >”No! Wawa bad fo' babehs! Mumma no swim! Mumma need hewp!”
- >You pick up a beige earth fluffy.
- >”Pwease hewp! I good fwuffy! I no be bad anymo'! Pwease hewp babehs!” the drowning pegasus screams.
- >You throw the beige fluffy into the river.
- >They immediately try to swim towards each other.
- >”Howd on! Fwuffy hewp you! Fwuffies get out togetha!”
- >They drown, hugging each other, as you pick up an indigo unicorn.
- >”Pwease, pwease no frow in wiva, fwuffy sowwy fo' take gwassies...”
- >You toss her in.
- >Sparks fly from her horn as she tries to levitate herself out.
- >Suddenly, she just stops struggling.
- >Her yellow eyes stare into space as she accepts her fate, and disappears below the surface.
- >A reddish-orange unicorn is next.
- >”No, no, I be good fwuffy! Fwuffy no bad fwuffy anymo'! Fwuffy woll away wif babehs now! Pwease wet fwuffy go!”
- >You drop her into the water.
- >”Why?! Why wawa?! Not bad fwuffy! Hewp! Hewp!”
- >As you reach down toward a pinkish unicorn, she begins to stutter and hiccup.
- >Her body convulses.
- >The stress has caused her to go into natural labor prematurely.
- >”Oh no! Poopies?! Wha? Dese poopies feew stwange!”
- >You can hear the squeaking from her rear end a few seconds later.
- >”Babehs! Mumma makin' babehs!”
- >Five foals squirm and cry on the grass.
- >Their mother shuffles weakly over to hug them.
- >She has forgotten everything. The slimy, squeaking foals are now her whole world.
- >”Wuv babehs!” she coos, snuggling her children.
- >You walk up to her, and she beams at you.
- >”Hewwo! I haf babehs!” she says, moving to show you. “You wuv babehs too?”
- >You pick up a foal in each hand.
- >”Babehs, wook! Dat hooman! Say hewwo!” she encourages.
- >They squeak and cry, hugging your fingers.
- >You notice the dam's fluff has cleaned off the foals' protective afterbirth.
- >You throw them into the river.
- >They sink quickly, like squeaking pastel stones.
- >”NO! NO! BABEHS NO CAN SWIM! WHY HOOMAN PUT BABEHS IN WAWA?!” the pink dam screams, running around your feet in circles.
- >You pick up two more foals.
- >She leans up, pawing uselessly at your shins with her stubby forelegs.
- >“Gif babehs! Babehs need mumma! Pwease gif!”
- >You throw them into the river.
- >Words fail the pink dam.
- >She screams at the top of her lungs until her air runs out.
- >The other dams are sent into a frenzy of terror.
- >They shake and wobble, legs tearing through the air.
- >You throw the last foal in.
- >The pink dam is eerily silent now.
- >You go to pick up the next dam, but you feel a tug at the leg of your jumpsuit.
- >”Wan'...wan' go wif babehs,” the pink dam points.
- >You oblige, throwing her into the river.
- >She makes no effort at all to struggle.
- >She is silent as she disappears.
- >You continue to throw dams into the river.
- >Some of them scream for your help.
- >Some of them ask why you're doing this.
- >Some of them say nothing at all.
- >When you toss a grey unicorn in, the stress causes her to go into labor.
- >She gives birth to a litter of six as she thrashes around.
- >The last foal pops out just as she goes under.
- >The foals are covered in slimy afterbirth. It's water repellent.
- >They float.
- >All of the remaining dams but one scream at you, maternal instinct overwhelming them.
- >”Hooman! Hewp babehs! Babehs in wawa! Pwease hewp!”
- >You ignore their pleas, throwing an orange pegasus in.
- >”I save babehs!” she pants, her legs waving furiously as she tries to swim to them.
- >She arrives as the first foal's protective slime fails, and it goes under.
- >”Wha?! Babeh? Why go, mumma wan' hewp babeh!” she cries.
- >The other foals slip under, one by one.
- >Using her wings, the pegasus manages to move enough air to stay afloat.
- >”Babehs! Come back! Mumma wan' hewp you!' Mumma wan' wuv you!”
- >It takes her ages to go under, but she finally tires out.
- >”Mumma sowwy, babehs...” she mewls as the water swallows her.
- >You continue to drown the shrieking, defecating dams.
- >Finally, there is only one left.
- >You walk over to the bright yellow pegasus.
- >She isn't nearly as swollen as the other dams were.
- >Her eyes are tightly shut.
- >”Fwuffy hide, fwuffy hide, hooman no huwt if no see fwuffy...” she babbles between hiccups.
- >You pick her up and hold her over the water.
- >”Oh no, hooman find fwuffy! Pwease no huwt! Fwuffy sowwy! Fwuffy sowwy!”
- >You prepare to drop her in, but you hesitate.
- >Something isn't right about the fluff on her neck.
- >You turn her around and look.
- >She's wearing a collar.
- >You push the tufts aside and look under her chin.
- >That collar has a tag.
- “Sunny?”
- >Almost reflexively, she tries to hug you when you say her name.
- >”Hooman know Sunny? Hooman no huwt Sunny? Hooman Sunny fwiend?” she bleats.
- “How did you end up out here?”
- >Sunny scrunches up her nose, thinking with all her might.
- >”Fwiend in big wed house make speciaw huggies wif Sunny, but daddy was angwy and made woud talkies and was scawy so Sunny wan 'way...”
- >You check the tag again. There's a phone number.
- >You set Sunny down on the grass.
- “Stay here and be a good fluffy.”
- >”Okay, Sunny be good...”
- >You call the number.
- >”Hello? Who is this?” a man answers.
- “Are you missing a fluffy yellow pegasus?”
- >”Oh god! You found Sunny? Where is she, is she okay?”
- >For the first time all morning, you manage to smile.
- “Yes, sir. She's a little dirty, but fine. Do you live near Genericsburg?”
- >You and Sunny's owner make arrangements with the shelter in town to hold her until he gets there.
- >After you hang up, you shed the bloody jumpsuit and put it, and your material, back in the bag.
- >”Sunny was good fwuffy?” she asks as you pick her up.
- “Very good. I'm taking you home, Sunny.”
- >She squeals happily. “Sunny home! Miss daddy! Miss sgettis!”
- >You climb back in the truck, set Sunny in the passenger seat, and call the State Office.
- “Belligerent herd near Genericsburg has been terminated with prejudice. Picked up a tagged stray nearby, informed the owner. If there aren't any other calls, I'm going to go drop her off at the shelter in town so he can retrieve her.”
- >”Actually, the county office has something for you, but it's in the Genericsburg city limits. You can drop the stray off on your way.”
- “Understood. I'm heading there now.”
- >You drive off, Sunny bouncing and babbling happily beside you.
- >Another fluffy herd awaits your judgment.
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