Russian Fluffy

>Be lowly fluff pony in glorious nation Russia
>Coming back to safe place carrying old potato
>Is truly feast, will feed babies and special friend for many dark times
>Am rolling potato down wintry streets
>Winds of motherland sting harsh like apology sticks off KGB
>By which mean of course is you who is apologizing.
>State comrades never need apologize. Glory to motherland!
>Potato rolls along street when fall into small crack
>Now potato stuck in middle
>Try to pull potato with all your might, hear rumbling
>Manage to free potato as rumbling get closer
>See treads of glorious military tank keep our lands free of capitalism and religion
>You are in government lane! Potato has led you astray
>Heavy tank rolls over small fluffy, turning back legs into red mush, like mumma's borscht
>The pain is enormous, like love for communist party.
>Tank ignore fluffy and continue on.
>You breath sigh relief.
>Could have received many beatings for being in government lane
>Oh no! Potato is gone!
>See beige patch on tank treads
>Tank has taken potato!
>Potato will keep unstoppable Red Army fed
>Despite agony in back legs, feel pride in contributing to glorious party
>Slowly crawl home on remaining front legs
>Journey take much time without back legs
>Is very dark when arrive
>Special friend very upset
>Fluff pony not have potato!
>Tell her glorious Red Army shall use it to keep their warriors fed
>Special friend salutes glorious motherland
>Babies cry in hunger
>Babies must read more Marx, still selfish like capitalists
>Their momma's milk belongs to state first!
>No longer able to work with crushed legs
>Can no longer get food
>Babies starve in winter
>Special friend starve in winter
>You starve in winter. Also, die from infection.
>Potato fall off tread on road and forgotten
>Such is life in mother Russia