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- >The gig is up, so you put back the teddy bear.
- >No way you can gain their trust with that now.
- >You look in the box to see what you have to work with.
- >Zinc 'firecrackers'.
- >No fucking way, those could cause a disaster.
- >Cans of spaghetti.
- >Good for persuading even the most anxious stray, but you don't have nearly enough.
- >Lastly, there's a Remington Model 700 rifle, chambered in .308 Winchester.
- >This is great for knocking out a smarty friend and scattering a herd from distance.
- >The noise will cause the attendants to scatter, though, and you can't cover the acres of land alone.
- >Even worse, nobody knows how they got in, so you have no idea which part of the fence you need to secure.
- >You leave the box behind and follow the panicking pegasus.
- >As you get nearer, you count at least a hundred attendants and fifty pregnant dams.
- >There are some other fluffies too, that don't seem to be looking after the expectant mothers.
- >”Wun 'way! Wun 'way!” the silver scout pegasus shrieks.
- >Attendants are in action, shoving their muzzles and sides against pregnant bellies to get the dams rolling.
- >The non-attendant fluffies come between you and the dams.
- >”Go 'way munsta! Big hewd come, gif owwies if munsta no go 'way!”
- >Big herd? Oh, the dead clump of fluff a few hundred yards behind you.
- >Out of the corner of your eye, you see escaping, slightly swollen fluffies.
- >They fart as they walk.
- >The smell is unbelievable.
- >Shit, again.
- >Gotta act fast, no time to call the county for help.
- >You need something to keep the group together.
- >Suddenly, it hits you: the dams!
- >You easily break through the fluffies threatening you and walk toward the dams.
- >”Nuuuuuu! Munsta twy huwt mummas!”
- >The attendants cry out with effort, grunting as they attempt to get the mommies moving.
- >You look for two of the less-swollen dams and grab them, since they have a smaller chance of fluffsploding.
- “Stop right there! If you run from me, I will hurt the mothers!”
- >The dams in your grip cry, begging you not to hurt their babies.
- >Attendants and regular fluffies alike freeze in fear.
- >Even the stragglers stop waddling.
- >”Pwease munsta! No huwt mummas! Fwuffies be stiww!”
- >Another advantage of working with a city herd: they usually listen to directions.
- “All the not-mommy fluffies follow me, or I will hurt them.”
- >The stragglers and the attendants of the dams you're holding readily follow you, but the others refuse to leave their dams.
- >That's okay, the dams will make them slow.
- >The silver pegasus continues to scream about you, making the herd nervous.
- >Gotta kill her soon, before she ruins everything.
- >You look for something to corral the fluffies.
- >A few yards ahead, you see a dent in the barren earth.
- >It's another disposal cell, but it's virtually empty. Perfect.
- >While you're trying to determine a way to get the remaining attendants to come over here, the silver pegasus continues shrieking.
- >She's making the stragglers edgy.
- >They begin scattering again.
- >Out of frustration, you punt the pegasus into the cell.
- >”Nuuuuuuu! Munsta huwt fwuffy! Hewp! Hewp!” she cries from within it, limping around.
- >Utter panic sets in.
- >Fluffies scatter in all directions.
- >Attendants abandon their dams and run for their lives.
- >There is no way you'll catch all these little bastards alone.
- >You toss the squealing dams under your arms into the cell.
- >Something suddenly occurs to you.
- “Help!”
- >Every single fluffy stops and turns to look at you.
- “Help! I need you to help me get these mommies out!”
- >The word help is ingrained into the fluffy mind almost from birth.
- >Fluffies pay varying amounts of attention when another fluffy says it, but a human...
- >”Why munsta say need hewp? Munsta huwt fwuffy!”
- “I didn't mean to. I need your help now to save her!”
- >”Fwuffy...fwuffy no suwe...”
- “Please help, fluffies!”
- >A primal reaction occurs within their brains.
- >Their core programming finally takes over.
- >Suddenly, a wave of fluffies rushes toward you.
- >”Fwuffies hewp hooman! Fwuffies hewp!”
- >Asimov would be proud.
- “Hurry! I can't reach the mommies!”
- >They barrel past you, hearing the noise in the disposal cell.
- >Like fuzzy lemmings, they all waddle into the hole.
- >”Hewp! Fwuffy faww down!
- >”Fwuffy no can get out! Am stuck! Hewp!”
- >”Owwies, why step on fwuffy?!”
- >You look around.
- >Every single mobile fluffy answered your call.
- >Only the dams remain.
- >Even they want to help you, yelling about how they can't move to come to your assistance.
- >You wipe your brow and sigh.
- >You have no problems retrieving the immobile dams, two at a time.
- >While you carry them, you reassure them that you're taking them back to their herd.
- >Or you're taking them home, if they have collars.
- >Anything to keep them relaxed.
- >You toss them into the fluffy mass below, where their attendants push and struggle to get to them.
- >Once you've secured the dams, you grab your phone and dial a number.
- “County, can you give me the number for the landfill foreman?”
- >”Sure, just a second.”
- >She does, and you talk to him.
- “I've got the fluffies secured, but I need a bulldozer over here to finish the job.”
- >”All right, I'll send Wayne out right now. Where are you?”
- “By an empty disposal cell...well, it was empty.”
- >”Oh yeah, the spare. Okay, he's on his way.”
- >While you wait, you reflect on just how close you probably came to being injured.
- >Since fluffy dams have an innate ability to explode, they are by far the most dangerous.
- >Fluffy bones may be brittle, but they are very hard along their fractures.
- >They can easily cause a spark if they strike each other.
- >If one of the dams had fluffsploded with stress, there almost certainly would have been fire.
- >And this jumpsuit isn't fire-retardant.
- >Basically, you just spent a half hour moving fluffy hand grenades.
- >You feel a bit faint, but the bulldozer has arrived.
- >You can barely hear the fluffies scream above the loud noise.
- >Wayne receives your instructions and gets to work burying the fluffies.
- >Enormous piles of dirt fall into the cell as he moves the dozer.
- >Suddenly, you see smoke.
- >You look into the cell.
- >Some of the dams have fluffsploded, their bones sparking off the metal.
- >The part of their herd that hasn't been buried alive is now burning to death.
- >You motion for Wayne to keep putting in dirt to smother the flames.
- >Finally, the fire is out.
- >You look again into the cell to make sure.
- >”Hewp...hewp fwuffy...” the silver pegasus begs.
- >You can only see her upper half, partially blackened and crushed underneath a pile of soil.
- >You're done here.
- >You shake Wayne's hand and go back to get the truck.
- >After making a final sweep of the area, you head back to the county office.
- >Two days later, you're in New Generica City, the state capital.
- >You receive a commendation for your bravery in dealing with the fluffies in Genericsburg.
- >Smile for the camera.
- >You get a nice plaque for your wall.
- >The Genericsburg Post and Courier wants an interview.
- >Smile for the camera.
- >You even get a raise. Local TV calls, wants you to come on.
- >Smile for the camera.
- >One more interview.
- >Smile for the camera.
- >The whole time, all you think of is how many foals were born directly into their graves.
- >That's the last time you smile for weeks.
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