You are Angel, and you have a idea! If mummah won’t give you milkies for your babies, you’ll just get them yourself!
“Hewwo? Nice mistah? Pwease gib babbehs miwkies. Dey nee miwkies!” You shout, tapping your hooves against the window just to get ignored.
“Nice wady? Babbehs nee miwkies. Nice wady gib babbehs miwkies?” You ask again, still hitting the window with your hooves, going faster as you hear the babies start to chirp and peep.
“No, I don’t have any milk. Sorry.” The nice lady sighs, walking away from the window as you start to cry.
“Huu-huuu… Babbehs nee miwkies…” You sob, beating your hooves against the window as you mewl.
“Wait! Angew jus git miwkies by sewf! Den babbehs dwink miwkies an’ nu cwy!” You decide, looking around for any milkies you could give your babies.
“Peeep! Peeeeep! Chirp, chirp! Peep!” One of the babies peeps and chirps, coming towards where your milkie-places would be if you were their mummah.
“Nu hab miwkies! Am su sowwy!” You whine, still pacing around the room to find milkies.
“Peep… Peep…” Another one of your babies peeps weakly, its ribs slightly showing.
“Babbeh? Babbeh nee miwkies! Nee git miwkies!” You whisper-shout to yourself, still looking around.
Until, you find it. Your mummah bought milkies!
“Moo-moo fwend miwkies am stiww miwkies? Angew twy git miwkies!” You say, running up to the opened milk carton and tipping it over.
This is so good! You found milkies, and you could reach them, too! Until, you came closer to the puddle of milkies.
“Miwkies nu smeww pwetty… Babbehs, come fo’ miwkies!” You shout, the babies waddling over and starting to lap up the milkies.
“Mummah knyo dat nu taste pwetty, buh nee dwink miwki-” You say in response to one of the babies quietly gagging, then getting cut off by your mummah.
“Angel, that’s expired! Are you being a bad mummah right now?” Your mummah fake-gasps, putting a hand over her chest.
“Nuuu! Babbehs nee miwkies, su Angew git dem miwkies!” You explain worriedly, fearing the look on your mummah’s face.
“Oh, alright! Go ahead.” Your mummah smirks, walking away and going upstairs.
Nothing’s wrong with these milkies. Right?