One day, amidst a small fluffy herd in the woods, a red unicorn smarty was mocking and teasing a blue pillowfluff for being so slow.
“Dummeh fwuffy! Nu can wunnies, nu can gib huggies,nu gud fow nuthin’!”
The pillowfluff was sullen but defensive, trying to support her self worth that was slowly plummeting with every jab and insult from the smarty.
“Dat nu am twu! Fwuffy am gud! Nu mattah fwuffy hab nu weggies! Fwuffy am gud!”
As the mockery and tormenting became worse and worse, to the point where the pillowfluff simply started crying, a light brown alicorn came to her side, defending her.
“Nu be meanie tah fwuffy! Fwuffy we’wwy gud, betah dan yu eban!”
The smarty was dumbfounded, stuttering over his words at such a ridiculous thought.
“Da…dat am nu twu! Smawty betah dan dummeh nu weggie fwuffy!”
“P’woovs it den’! Fwuffy wace smawtie an’ if fwuffy win, den’ yu da dummeh, nu hew!”
The smarty paused, staring at the alicorn before he started to chuckle, his laughing becoming so full and boisterous that he fell over.
“Otay…smartie wace dummeh fwuffy. An if dummeh fwuffy win, den’ smartie nebah’ caww hew a dummeh gan’.”
The alicorn smiled and explained the rules.
"Wuwes fo’ wace am stawt at dat twee…
She pointed to a nearby oak, a modestly sized tree amidst a cluster of trees.
…an wun tu dat twee. Fiwst wan tu get deww win."
The smartie slowly made his way the tree, as the alicorn helped nudge her pillowed friend to the starting tree. The herd began to gather around to watch the race. Seeing that he had garnered such attention, the smarty began to brag.
“Smartie gun wace dummeh an win! Gun sh’o aww fwuffies dat smartie am bestest fwuffy an nu weggie fwuffy am dummeh…”
As the smarty continued on, the alicorn began to encourage the pillowfluff, who started to wiggle herself forward, slowly. The narcissistic smarty continued on and on for nearly four minutes until he hear the alicorn’s encouragement rise into joyous shouting.
“Fwuffy aw’mos deww! Fwuffy can du it!”
He turned around and his eyes went wide as he saw that the pillowfluff had slowly made her way to the second tree, breathing heavily but smiling.
The herd cheered as the smarty began to puff his cheeks and cross his hoofs angrily, knowing he had lost.
