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- Teatime42, December 10, 2013; 07:04 / FB 15287
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- You are Smarty, and you are very, very tired.
- Sometimes you wish that the rest of the fluffies had your memory.
- Or that you had theirs. So that you could forget.
- So you could sleep in innocence like them.
- You would like nothing more to lie down, and sleep.
- But you can't.
- You limp along, doing your best to avoid putting too much weight on your hurt hooves.
- Trying not to breath too deeply, so that you don't cry from your hurt ribs.
- The toughie's that walk alongside you keep their eyes on you.
- Ready to finish the beating they already gave you.
- You'd keep an eye on them but you only have one available, the other swollen shut.
- And considering how much you wobble and shudder back and forth, you need the one you still have looking down.
- To keep you from falling into the mud and getting even colder.
- You don't need to look up to see the fenceline that marks the end of the road.
- The fenceline you investigated the other day with one of your Toughies.
- The same Toughie who has brought you and the herd back.
- The same one who had you beaten.
- You left that fence, abandoned the riches on the other side.
- You knew what dangers lay on the other side, you knew the risk was to great.
- But the herd needs food.
- And so here you are.
- “Toughie fwiends! Bwing up dummeh not-smawty!”
- The one on the right moves to hit you, but you put what extra speed you have into hurrying forward.
- You make it to one of the many holes, and see the massive fields of long delicate blades of grass through it.
- Your mouth waters, it's been so long so you've eaten.
- Focus.
- You look at the former toughie.
- He looks more like a smarty than you ever did.
- Big, strong, tough.
- He was a great toughie friend.
- You're small, weak.
- You were smarty only because of the high turn-over rate.
- And now you aren't.
- Might have to go back to using your old name again.
- Or not, likely no other fluffies in the herd remember it.
- Oh, he's talking to you.
- “...-awty nu want hewd to eat nummies! Dummeh not-smawty afwaid of hoomin munsta's! SMAWTY NU AM AFWAID OF HOOMIN MUNSTAS! SMAWTY AM STWONGEST AND BESTEST FWUFFY!”
- There's a few halfhearted cheers.
- He also acts more like a smarty than you ever did.
- He wasted no time in making sure that the herd would do what he said.
- Bribed some Toughies, threatened the rest.
- He would likely have made a go at the mummah's if they hadn't all been in various stages of pregnancy.
- Herd's pretty small, can't risk losing the babbehs.
- Small favors.
- You want to sleep so bad, it claws at you, darkening your sight.
- But you blink it away.
- Sleep is for the innocent and those who have done their duty.
- You have not, and are not.
- Your herd was starving, now there is a new Smarty.
- They won't be starving for long, you know what happens next.
- And you know there's nothing you could do to stop it.
- And at this point, you aren't even sure you would stop it.
- He marches you out onto the grass, forcing the herd to follow.
- You look around, looking at the smarty, looking at the toughies.
- Looking is important. So is listening.
- He's looking at the herd, and nothing else.
- He won't notice even you.
- You try to sneak a bite.
- Your head barely dips before one of the toughie's slams their hoof into your side.
- Your injured side of course.
- You're on the ground before you even realize, the smarty screaming into your face.
- He rears up into the air, hooves up, and swings down with everything he has.
- You close your eyes.
- Finally, you can sleep.
- ----
- Moving at a little over 850 feet per second.
- The 20 feet it traveled wasn't enough for it slow by any perceivable amount.
- And at that range, there was no need to adjust the aim in any way.
- The Lead Pellet traveled through the air, it's path unimpeded by anything.
- Except it's target.
- The crack of the shot broke the air.
- Two more followed.
- ----
- Sleep never came.
- The sounds make you flinch, and several of the herd shriek in fear.
- But you sit still, and wait.
- Instead, something huge lifts you up.
- You open your eyes, but can't see much.
- Too bright all of a sudden, too blurry.
- But you can see a face.
- It's a hoomin.
- “Well there little Fella, what'd you do to make those three so hot and bothered?”
- It hurts to speak, it hurts to hurt.
- But you do, you have too.
- “Fwuffy say nu go in yawd, nu eat gwassies. Hoomin wand, buh Smawty say he nu scawed. He huwt fwuffy, yeww at hewd, be meanie.”
- Maybe that was too long, you don't seem to have enough air.
- You begin panting, trying to force more down.
- The edges of your vision are going black again, and you can't fight it off.
- “It's alright, you and yourn are safe, yer 'Smarty' is gone.”
- You hope he's right, because you're pretty sure you are about to pass ou-
- ----
- You come to, and according to the hoomin, it's been almost a day.
- You look around you, at the herd playing, laughing.
- Looks like one of the Mummah's had her babbeh's.
- The tiny foals greedily sucking down all they can.
- And there's more than they can drink.
- Everyone is well fed, and you can see why.
- Not content to simply let you eat his grass, the hoomin has actually been feeding you from his own food.
- No spaghetti, but that's for the best.
- While it's delicious, fruits, vegetables and grains are far better for you in the long run.
- One of the remaining Toughies comes up to you.
- You sigh, you know what happens next.
- “Old Smawty be Nyu Smawty?”
- He smiles at you.
- You want to say no.
- “Otay.” You say.
- He lets you stay for a few more days, the food doing wonder's for your herd.
- The herd will last for days without food, weeks on minimal food.
- But eventually you have to leave.
- “Bein a Farmer jus don't pay as well as it used too. Govment subsidies for the large farms, but we small uns...”
- You make sure all of the fluffies are bringing along some kind of food in their fluff.
- You make a fuss about the new foals, making sure the Mummah has plenty of food.
- The hoomin stops and looks at her, then you.
- “Ya know, I can't take y'all, but... I could take this little lady in. Don feel right to send a Mother an her youngin's out into the wild.”
- She of course, is ecstatic to have a New Daddy.
- Her Babbeh's cheep louder, sensing their mother's joy.
- “Don you lot have 'Special Friends'? Or somthin?”
- She looks at you.
- You look at the hoomin.
- “Speciaw Fwiend... dewe nu speciaw fwiend.”
- His face crinkles up, and a slight tear runs down one side of his face as he nods his head.
- He see's you and your herd off.
- Waving after you, with your former herd mate alongside him.
- ----
- Your herd follows you back out into the brush and tree's.
- Your remaining toughies forming a vanguard in front and behind.
- The raid went fairly well.
- Food for the entire herd, one of the Mummah's adopted, though you'll likely find yet another wandering around somewhere.
- Just like all the rest.
- You feel bad about the mutinous Toughie, but everything he did was his choice.
- All you had to do was dangle the farm in front of him, and let his greed handle the rest.
- The herd needed that food, that was the best way.
- Just had to see when the hoomin normally walked around, and time it just right.
- Just had to distract the Toughie at the right second, goad him into attacking you.
- You look around at the remaining toughies.
- One or two Smarty candidates, may need to find one from outside the herd.
- Sometimes you wish that the rest of the fluffies had your memory.
- So they would remember this.
- So it wouldn't work anymore.
- You're so tired.
- You just want to lie down, to sleep.
- To never wake up.
- But you can't.
- Sleep is for the innocent and those who have done their duty.
- You have not, and are not.
- There are still mouths to feed.
- Fluffies to find homes for.
- You stretch out the kinks in your side, you no longer need to hunch around your ribs.
- Swollen eye opening.
- Limp disappearing, stride lengthening.
- Getting a beating hurts a bit, but you're small, and tough.
- You know how to take a beating, you've gotten enough of them.
- Even better, you know how to fake a worse one.
- Your job is horrible, but you know there's nothing you could do to stop it.
- You start humming as your herd of happy fluffies ventures back out into the wild.
- And at this point, you aren't even sure you would stop it.
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