Abandoned Angel
Part 5: Now, that’s funny right thur
Friday rolls around fairly fast for Robert. He works. He sleeps. He takes care of his two week old fluffy pony named Angel. She’s a deep blue color with a dark green mane and tail. A Pegasus with tiny wings on her back. She’s gotten quite big now and has begun to eat normal food. If this were spring or summer, Robert would toss her outside for a few hours to let her eat grass, but it is still chilly and everything is white outside.
Well, not everything. Robert ponders. All those frozen to death fluffies I drive past sure stick out with their neon fluff. Once the snow starts to melt it will look like a white polka-dotted sheets fitted nicely to a bed.
“Daddeh!” Angel looked up at Robert, a slight irritation in her eyes. He wasn’t listening to her again. “Fwuffy needs nummies!” She stopped quickly and took a few steps back, “Sowwy, daddeh.” She lowered her head, “Pwease nummie time?”
“Sure, Angel.” He ran his fingers through her thick fluff as he walked to the kitchen. Angel padded behind him. Her soft hooves making equally soft “thoks” with each step. Robert had considered changing his fake wood floors with either real wood or carpet but he never found the time, money, or interest to invest into that large of an endeavor. It was adorable hearing her tiny hoof steps run through the house though.
A dish over flowing with healthy vegetables and fruit sit before Angel. Robert knew from her posture and the fluff sticking out she was giving her food an angry pouty face. Very faintly Robert could hear Angel grumble, “Wan sketti.”
Nope. She’s going to eat what she’s given and she’s going to like it. While this wasn’t an overt demand, he wasn’t going to let her think she deserves more than she already gets. No, this requires some creative torment. No, no abuse for this little filly. Just some… Fun for “daddeh.” Robert grinned as Angel finally lowered her head to the dish and ate away, she didn’t even know he heard the complaint. This was going to be so fun!
Robert left Angel alone to her food. He stood in his bedroom glaring, willing, mentally begging his closet to spit out something adequate to wear on a sort of date. The closet sat there, quietly. It always wins these contests, Robert knew it. The closet knew it. Angel didn’t know it. She stood in the door way, her head cocked with a quizzical look on her face. Angel!
“Angel, c’mon over here! Let’s play a game!”
Her eyes lit up! “Pway! Angel wub pway!” She pranced over, standing on her hind hooves to be picked up. Robert set her on the bed and rolled her on her back. She was used to this as many a times they play and he would tickle her. “How we pway, daddeh?” Robert only grinned and deftly put a sock on each leg and secured it with a rubber band. Not tight enough to hurt or cut circulation, but enough to keep the sock in place. Angel just waved her hooves in the air, “Wazzat, daddeh?”
Robert set her down on the floor. “Get the ball!” He threw the ball faster than he ever threw the ball in her little fluffy life. No thoks on the floor, her hooves just slipped back and forth. Her legs a blur as she tried to get traction. The ball! She ran as fast as her legs could go and she only ended up a foot away with her legs sprawled out in every direction.
Skitter skitter slip slip thud!
“Angel! Get the ball!” Another ball flew past her down the hall. This time, it was hers! She gingerly picked herself up and took a few tentative steps. Then more. Then faster. Slowly building momentum. Angel ran at full speed down the hall. The ball only inches away.
“Nu! Nu mo!” She slid past the ball. Slid right into the door nose first as fast as her tiny body could go. THUD! Cries filled the air, “Daddeh! Owies!”
“Angel! C’mere! I’ll give you love and huggies!” Robert kneeled and held his arms out, “Come get huggies!”
Angel held her sock clad hoof against her bleeding nose. Thankfully that appeared to be the only thing broken. But a fluffy, wearing socks, trying to walk with only three legs on a wood floor is just about the funniest thing Robert ever saw. Her frantic cries of owies and weggies and boo-boo juice and daddeh and huggies are drowned out by his own laughter and tears.