Abandoned Angel
Part 21: A day in the life
-Angel -
Just yesterday new fwends came to pway! They seemed nice. Angel decided that they were nice. Both women checked over Angel’s new friends. Daddeh liked them so Angel had to like them too! He also liked Mawy, but Angel wasn’t so sure of Mawy.
Angel pulled herself from the fluff pile and padded over to the food dish. The foals were still sleeping in a pile, red, pink, yellow, and blue fur all meshed together. She was so happy she had new fwends, maybe one day she’ll even get a spechew fwend. Then she could have babbehs of her own! That thought made her happy.
She made poopies in her witta bawks and climbed back into bed. She wanted to pway, but the foals were still sleeping. She wanted them to wake up, the bwight sky baww was up, they needed to be up too! Lightly she tapped on Bright, “Bwight, wanna pway?” She asked. He stirred and quickly went back to sleep. Angel forgot for a moment that he had forever owies in his ears and the world was forever quiet for him. She nuzzled his yellow fluff, really wanting to pway.
No good. She nudged against Robin, “Wanna pway, Wobin?” No answer. HMPH! She nudged him again, still nothing. Robin rolled over onto his back, his legs and wings twitching to some happy dream.
“Bwave, wanna pway?” She was getting desperate. Brave didn’t play, not the way fluffies played. He was a blind solid red Pegasus. He didn’t run. He couldn’t play ball. Brave, however, did wake up.
“Nu, nu pway.” Brave got up and used the litter box and drank some water, returning right to the fluff pile. Angel never knew if he was sleeping or not, his eyes forever closed. Angel was getting frustrated. She wanted to pway sooo badly! Sometimes babbehs were no fun! Pouting she trotted over to the toy box and grabbed her ball, bouncing it against the wall. Maybe daddeh will pway with her once he woke up.
Yesterday Angel, and the foals, were kept in the safe room. Today Angel wanted to run through the house and spend time with her daddeh. Maybe he’ll play, maybe he’ll make the spaghetti even! Her ears perked up and her wings fluttered, sketti! She started humming to herself, sketti sketti sketti!
-Brave-
Brave sat on the bed, awake. Angel woke him begging to play. He didn’t play. Not the way they played. He’d rather roll around with his stuffed animal. He’d hug the toy. Roll with the toy. Take the toy from one spot to another. It was great! His ears twitched, listening, seeing with his ears, where Angel was playing.
He remembered from long ago what his brothers looked like and could tell each by their smell. Angel had a different smell, and he never saw her, so he could only imagine what she looked like. She smelled pretty. Not as nice as daddeh, tho. Daddeh was his favorite. His favorite smell, his favorite hugger, his favorite everything. If his toy went away, that was alright because he had his daddeh!
Bright made his way to the food and ate up. He always knew where the litter box was, where the water bowl was, where the food was, he could smell it really well. Angel was ignoring him as he didn’t play. That made him sad, he wanted to play, but only got hurt. Brave crawled back into the bed and gave the stuffed animal a hug with his tiny legs.
-Robin-
Robin awoke slowly. He stretched and yawned. He didn’t want to get up, but Angel was insistent. He arose shortly after her nudging. He wanted food. He wanted hugs. He wanted to play. He wanted daddeh. He wanted everything! But he couldn’t tell anyone. That made him sad. So many things he wanted to say, but his mouth didn’t work right.
He made his morning poopies and ate some tasteless nummies. Were they nummies? They made his tummy not owie when it was owie. Distantly he recalled how yummy his mummah’s miwk was. But that was long long ago. Robin watched Angel’s back as she played by herself with the ball. He was fast, he bolted and tackled Angel and they went tumbling. She was much bigger than he was, but he was faster than she was. They started playing chase the ball, his favorite game! Somehow it turned into chase Angel, which was his second favorite game! He wubbed Angel.
-Bright-
Bright was having the best dream ever! His mummah and daddeh fwuffies were there and they were playing! He was confused for a moment, forgetting where he was. Then he remembered his new daddeh and new fwend! He was sure she had a name, but he would never hear it. That was okay. He loved playing with her. She was mean if he made poopies or peepee on the floor, that wouldn’t happen again, otherwise he’d get owies.
Bright gave his brother, Brave, a hug. He loved hugging his brother. He loved hugging! He bounded for the food, filling his tummy while he watched Angel and Robin play. “WAN PWAY!” The two stopped and bounced the ball towards Bright, letting him join in their fluffy games.
Robert woke earlier than usual. He had a full day planned. Standing in the kitchen he could already hear the fluffies in the safe room playing. Time for a nice surprise for them. It wasn’t anything fancy, as Robert couldn’t cook beyond the basics, but canned spaghetti products were a breeze. He put three cans in a glass cooking dish and popped it in the microwave. Once heated through he set it on the table.
He tiptoed down the hall, the fluffy voices drifting through the door. Slowly, very slowly he opened the door a crack, enough for a fluffy to be able to pull it open and he ran back to the kitchen, giggling quietly.
Robert like the smell of spaghetti waft through the house when suddenly screeches of “SKETTI!” reached his ears. The herd of fluffies barreled down the hall, shouts of “SKETTI!” filling the air. Brave walked slowly behind the others, not even trying to keep up, but he was excited none the less.
Angel, Bright and Robin were pawing at his legs, “Daddeh! Sketti! Wub daddeh!” Angel being the loudest and most vocal. “Angel am gud fwuffy! Nee sketti! PWEASE!” Jesus, this stuff was like crack.
Robert put on the most innocent face he could, “What? There is no spaghetti here.”
Angel puffed her cheeks, her expression suddenly changing to an adorable pout, “Daddeh? Sketti? Wub daddeh, pwease? Sketti, pwease?” Bright and Robin following suit, one more quiet than the other. Brave sat several feet away, silent.
“Brave,” Robert asked, “Don’t you want spaghetti?”
The fluffy didn’t move, “Wub daddeh more dan sketti.” Angel shot Brave a shocked look, her mouth hanging open in mid-begging.
“And that’s why you get the spaghetti first.” Robert scooped up a dish of spaghetti for Brave, setting it in front of him. “Angel, do you have anything to say?”
“Bwave wight. Daddeh betta dan sketti.” Angel admitted reluctantly as Brave started eating.
“Good, now you better not beg like that again, or you get no spaghetti. No spaghetti… FOREVER!”
GASP! Forever was a really long long time! Robert sat the rest down on the floor for his fluffies, hoping that the lesson sank in. Angel ate her portion of spaghetti determined to be the best fluffy for her daddeh. Because if she was the best fluffy she’d get the best sketti.