Should Have Been Snowball (Short)

>Middle of December.
>Cold as all hell.
>Got a fire going in the fireplace in the living room.
>You have one of those rare, monotone earth fluffy ponies.  She's all white with icy blue eyes.
>She likes to watch the fire, but she sits back a few feet and babbles nervously every once in a while.
>Suddenly, you get an idea.
>She's been a very good fluffy lately, so you want to make her a treat.
“Stay right here while I go into the kitchen, okay?”
>”Okay, daddy!  I watchin' fiuh!”
>You rummage through the cabinets to make sure you have everything you need.
>You bring the stuff back into the living room and sit fairly close to the fireplace.
>”Daddy, fiuh bad!  No get huwt!”
“Don't worry, I'll be okay.”
>She looks very worried, but nods when you reassure her.
>She comes over to sniff at the food sitting beside you.  “Wha dis?”
“I'm going to make you a special nummie.”
>Tremendous excitement.  She jumps around happily, waving her tail.  “Wuv daddy!  Wuv nummies!  Wha kind nummies?”
“They're called s'mores.”
>She lands and instantly looks confused.  “Wha dat?”
>You smile at her while you explain.
“You take two graham crackers, a bar of chocolate...”
>”Wuv chocwate!  Chocwate best nummies!” she blurts out, jumping in circles again.
>You wave your hand to get her attention.  She falls down on her rear and blinks.
“The best part is...”
>She leans forward with anticipation, nearly falling on her face.
>You show her the bag of marshmallows.
>She's never had any before, and tilts her head.  “Wha dem?”
”These are marshmallows.  We take them, put them on a stick and roast them in the fire.  Then we...”
>You don't get the chance to finish.
>Your fluffy runs around frantically, screaming at the top of her lungs.
>”Mawsmewwa sowwy!  No wan' fiuh!  No mean be bad!  Sowwy!  Sowwy!” she yells, skittering in panicked circles.
>When you reach over to try and pet her, she unleashes a torrent of fearful shit.
>Then she waddles off as fast as her stubby hooves will allow.
>She's still shitting.
>She leaves a trail of brown on your hardwood floor, all the way back to her safe room.
>”Pwease no woast!  No wan' fiuh!  No wan'!  Mawsmewwa sowwy!  Mawsmewwa sowwy!”
>God damn it, you knew you should have named her Snowball.