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- 1/3
- >Sunny summer day.
- >Grilling outside as fluffy pony plays in the yard.
- >Chasing grasshoppers is her favorite game.
- >Wait a minute...where did she go?
- >She was just here a minute ago.
- >Wander around the yard calling her name.
- >She knows better than to leave the yard.
- >Look over fence into neighbor's yard.
- >He has a fluffy too...a stallion.
- >No worries, you paid to have your mare fixed.
- >Fucking expensive and traumatic for fluffy.
- >Fluffy ponies can not be given anesthesia.
- >Worthwhile investment though...you don't want foals.
- >Fluffy is not in your neighbor's yard anyway.
- >Check the alley on the other side of your house.
- >"Daddee! Wook! Fwuffy haf babbes!"
- >She's carrying two foals on her back.
- "Where the hell did you get those?"
- >"Fwuffy find! Babees nu haf mummy. Fwuffy mummy now!"
- >You pick one up.
- >It trembles violently, pee runs down its leg.
- >Too terrified to squeak or fight.
- >It's skinny, famished.
- "You know you can't keep these. They're too small...they need their mother."
- >"Fwuffy mummy!"
- "I said no."
- 2/3
- >Take the other foal off her back.
- >This one cries and thrashes around a bit.
- >Never been handled by a human before.
- >"Gif babees back, daddee! Fwuffy wan' babees!"
- >Your fluffy pony cries and paws at your legs.
- >Holding the foals in one hand you grab your mare in the other.
- >Put her inside...make sure the door is latched tight.
- >Fluffy bawls and scratches at the door.
- >"Nuuu! Fwuffy wan' babees! Pwease nu take babees, daddee!"
- >She must have gotten them from somewhere close.
- >You don't have to walk far.
- >The smell leads you to it.
- >A dead mare behind a garbage can.
- >She choked on a plastic bag.
- >Both foals cry out loud when they see her.
- >Yeah...it's the mother alright.
- >The hungry foals must have wandered off looking for food.
- >Put the foals down.
- >Despite their previous fear of you they squeal and try to cling to your hand.
- >Pick up the dead fluffy by its tail.
- >Fuckin' gross...it's full of maggots.
- >Toss it in the trash can.
- >Pick the foals back up.
- >They chirp happily and hug your fingers.
- >You do NOT want to keep foals.
- >Nearest shelter is 50 miles away.
- >It's an over-crowed death camp for fluffies.
- >You can't just leave them to die of starvation.
- >You really don't have a choice.
- 3/3
- >Flip open pocket knife.
- >Cut off first foal's head.
- >It squeals and thrashes for a second, but death is quick.
- >The second foal is not so easy.
- >It saw what you did to its sibling.
- >Fluffy foal squirms out of your grip and hits the ground.
- >It tries to scamper away but bones are broken.
- >Squeaking and crying in terror, it tries to drag itself along.
- "Come on, this'll be over quick and no more pain."
- >Grab it up again.
- >Saw the head off...you wish your knife was sharper.
- >Lay them in the trash with their mother.
- >Open your door.
- >Fluffy is waiting for you.
- >Sitting up on her rump, tears in her face fluff.
- >"Daddee haf babees?"
- >Try to make this sound positive.
- "I found their mother...they're all together."
- >Give her a scratch behind the ears.
- >Bad move.
- >Fluffy smells the blood on your fingers.
- >She scampers away and hides under the couch.
- >You have a feeling she knows what happened.
- >She's just too scared to say it out loud.
- >Just as well.
- >Fluffy learned a valuable lesson about collecting stray babies today.
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