The Return of Sketties: Fluffyjack

>Buy fluffy pony
>It's an orange mare with a golden blonde mane, and a fluffy mark of three apples
>You have the most fun together
>one day you come home from work to find fluffyjack on your kitchen counter
"Fluffy, what are you doing up there?"
>Fluffyjack looks back at you with excitement
>"Yay, daddy home! Hewp fwuffy!"
>Oh no, you think, it must be hurt
"What's wrong? Why do you need help?"
>Fluffy simply points a hoof as high up in the air as she can, at your hanging fruit basket full of decorative wooden apples
>The lift from her hoof sends her to her side, almost rolling her off the counter, but doesn't impede her speech
>"Fwuffy wan' appows! Can' weach, do! Daddy get appows?"
>You laugh heartily
"Oh, fluffy, I'm sorry, but you can't have those apples."
>Fluffy is instantly disheartened
>"Buh' why? Fwuffy wanna' appows, daddy!"
>You pat her on the head
"Fluffy, you know how dangerous apples are. I'm sorry, but it's just out of the question. Besides, it's bedtime."
>"Awww!"
>You feed fluffyjack from her bottle and tuck her in bed in her safe room
>All the while she groans about, "meeny daddy" and "fwuffy wan' appows, fwuffy no go sweep tiw appows!"
"Apples are just too dangerous for you, sweetie. Good night."
>Fluffyjack doesn't say goodnight back, it simply hunches over in its bed and begins to cry softly
>Fluffy pony cries itself to sleep because it can never have apples; they are too dangerous.