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- >Damn clothes dryer is broken again.
- >While you're waiting for it to get fixed, you have to dry your clothes on the old line out back.
- >One day, you take your wicker basket out so you can retrieve your shirts.
- >You are greeted by the sight of a purple fluffy pegasus, hanging on the line by her front legs.
- >”Hewp fwuffy!” she yells.
- >It's your idiot neighbor's fluffy.
- >This is the fourth time this week she's ended up in your backyard.
- >Her managing to catch the line is new, though.
- >How did she even get up there?
- >The line is at least six feet off the ground.
- >Figure it must have been a lucky glide from the maple tree in idiot neighbor's backyard.
- >”Pwease hewp fwuffy, no wan' faww! Too high!” she yelps again, her stubby forelimbs scrambling for grip.
- >Her little wings flap desperately.
- >She even bucks the air with her rear legs.
- >That's probably not helping her maintain her hold.
- >”Hewp! Pwease hewp fwuffy!”
- >You set the basket down and look at her.
- “Relax, I won't let you fall.”
- >”Fank you!” she bleats happily. “Fwuffy wuv fwiend!”
- >You take down a couple of your shirts and set them in the basket.
- >You hold those clothespins in one hand and lift the flailing fluffy off the line.
- >She is, of course, ecstatic.
- >”Fank you fwiend! Fwuffy scawed, no wan' faww down!”
- >You just nod a little as you pin her tail to the line.
- >”Wha? Owwies, taiw huwt! Why stiww high? Why no hewp fwuffy go down?!”
- >You detach the rest of your clothes and head back inside, leaving the wobbling, sobbing fluffy on the line.
- >Maybe this will deter her from flying, since your idiot neighbor seems to lack the capacity or willpower to teach her fluffy herself.
- >You'll come back and check on her in an hour or so.
- >And besides, you told her you'd keep her from falling, not that you'd get her down.
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