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- >Walking home after a long day at work.
- >as you pass by an alley you hear the clatter of a trash-can falling to the ground and decide to investigate.
- >Moving into the Narrow alley you stumble upon a fluffy pony whom is now searching the refuse for any signs of food.
- >Judging by the collar around its fluffy neck it's either a runaway or abandoned.
- >As you lift the can back up the fluffy finally notices you.
- >"Pwease gif nummies?" turning away from the small pile of garbage it was going through the fluffy hugs onto your leg shivering."fwuffie hungwy an cowd"
- >it sickens you to see situations like this.
- >shaking your head and picking up the fluffy whom begins to laugh with joy.
- >"Ya fwuffie haf nummies!" it practically screams.
- >His laughs become cries of confusion as you toss him into the Garbage.
- >"What dadee do-" is all he gets out before you place the lid back onto the can and put a few nearby bricks on it to make sure it does not fall over again.
- >Walking back out of the alley you scowl and resume your walk home.
- >Why couldn't people put their trash in the cans and not besides them?
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