As Chris pulled out of the driveway and drove down the main road, he was unaware that he had provided the opportunity that his stalkers have been patiently waiting for. The Toughie on watch called for the smarty, it seems that the dumb human has finally left his house unguarded. His overweight Toughie, a dull orange unicorn with a dark blue mane excitedly spoke to the smarty, “Smawty! Smawty! dah stoopi’ hooman am gone! dah housie am ouws!” The red furred smarty gave his retainer a smug grin, and shouted to his herd, “Hewd, Its time! Wawm housie am ouws!!”. The smarty rallied his herd, and within a moment’s notice they began their attack on the house
They marched out of the thicket of trees, in all their splendid grandeur. A single file line led by the Smarty, his two strongest toughies, the whole herd, and guarded from behind by his weaker two toughies. This was a risky move, the open ground to the house means that large predatory birds might swoop down and attempt to steal their foals. There was also the risk of snakes, sometimes hard to notice until it is way too late. In a stroke of luck or perhaps the sky daddeh just loves smarty’s herd so much, they are met with zero resistance all the way to their point of entry. They made it to the saran wrapped hole, and the first unicorn toughie pushed through it horn first. The hole was tight, but one by one the herd marched through. The smarty and his toughies headbutted the closet door until it popped right open, leaving Chris’s home open and exposed. The smarty had formulated his plan well in advance, and each fluffy knew their roles and objectives.
First and foremost, the smarty had commanded his Beta’s to scavenge the pantry and kitchen for all potential food items. He needs to know where their food source is, and in the event of a withdrawal to be able to bring enough with them. The smarty learned a hard lesson the cost of full-on retreat, and how quickly starvation can decimate a herd. The second and most important task, was for the Smarty and his toughies, to escort the mares and foals into the nearest possible saferoom. The smarty had heard from prior domestic fluffies, how often humans will build these fantastic safe rooms to keep their own fluffies safe and secure. These magical rooms, filled with toys, beds, and most importantly safety; is essential to the soon mummahs and foals of their herd. There is however another reason the toughies and smarty are escorting the herd to the safe room. Where there is a safe room, there are more fluffies and fluffies that are not part of the herd are competition. The most important objective for Smarty and his toughies, is to eliminate the potential competition and fully assimilate the land for the herd.
As the smarty and his toughies march toward the safe room, they are praised by his herd member for their bravery and leadership. They fawned over how smart the smarty was, and how the herd is so safe because smarty was so good at leading. To say that this went to the smarty’s head is an understatement, he felt like a venerable little god who was all powerful and all knowing. He observed his surroundings, making notes of what areas may make good nests for his beta’s and perhaps where they should designate the shit pile. He turns the corner of the hallway and finds an open door, blocked by what appears to be a very small gate. This must be it; this must be the safe room.
The smarty walks over the foal gate, with his toughies in tow, they are absolutely amazed by this wonderful marvel. The floor was super soft and warm, it was the softest thing he had ever felt before. The smarty had only ever seen a toy once or twice in his life, but this room was filled to the brim with the highest quality toys he had ever seen. Every member of the herd could have their own personal toy, and there would still be more than enough to share! His eyes marveled as he saw the giant tv, it was absolutely mesmerizing and seemed to draw him closer towards it. The TV was on the fluffy sleep channel, playing a quiet lullaby throughout the room. This room was absolutely perfect, he beckoned for the mares to bring their foals over the gate, and they began their advancement. Finally, the smarty drew his attention to the gigantic fluffy bed in the corner.
He marched up close to the bed and couldn’t believe his eyes, there was a small fluff pile on the mattress. The closer he got to the fluff pile, he soon realized that these fluffies were foals. Not just foals they must not yet even be weanlings; they had a strong stench of a very delicious milk to them. They slept blissfully unaware to the intrusion around them, perhaps dreaming of playing, new toys, drinking their formula, or maybe even playing with their daddy. This was going to be all too easy, the herd’s only competition to these amazing resources are these defenseless babies. The smarty and his toughies surrounded the bed, leering unto the sleeping foals.
In one loud yell the smarty screamed at them, “Dummeh babbehs, dis am smawty’s wand nao! go 'way ow hab foweba sweepies!”