Purpie was so exhausted that as soon as she was sure that her babbeh was safely in the metal monster her little head went out like a light. She woke up in a strange room with even stranger smells, like a human litter box but somehow even more so.
“Hewwo? Whewe ams Puwpie’s babbeh?” she asked as she tried to rise to her hooves. They felt funny. Like they hurt but not quite as much as last night. She sat on her rump and examined her forelegs. They were covered in some kind of sticky white blankie thing. “Dats weiwdies…” she said as she took a look around her.
She was in a makeshift cage made out of various large objects that the staff of the hospital had on hand. “Gaspies! Ams twapped!” She said as she got up on her bandaged hooves, “Nee 'scapies an finds babbeh!”
She pushed and slammed her hooves on every wall she could, trying to find a weak spot that she could exploit. Nothing was budging. “Whew ams babbeh!?” she screamed as she helplessly pounded on her cardboard and metal prison.
Babbeh was screaming bloody murder. She was in a strange place with strange people holding her and her mommy was nowhere to be found.
“This kid’s in remarkable condition if not a bit underfed. Did I hear right that a fluffy was taking care of it?” Doctor Gregors said as he examined the infant in his arms.
“Yeah, damnest thing. The woman who turned them in thinks it might have been for a few days.” replied Susan Trevor, a nurse, “The fluffy’s bandaged up and fenced the breakroom by the cafeteria, little things a hero.”
“So about the crying, have we tried bringing the fluffy in?” the doctor said as he placed the baby back into a sturdy medical crib.
“Poor thing was so exhausted that we couldn’t manage to wake her. Want me to go check and see if she’s up? It is a bit of a risk bringing her near the baby, not exactly procedure.”
“She’s been taking care of it for days, if not weeks. It’s safe enough and it’s not like she has any family that’ll sue us.” the Doctor said, “That was probably in poor taste. Still though, get the fluffy.”
Purpie was beside herself with worry, pacing her enclosure. She heard a door open and the sound of heavy footsteps.
“Pwease, ams babbeh otay? Pwease! Teww mummah babbeh ams otay!”
Nurse Susan smiled as she peered over the cardboard wall of Purpie’s enclosure. She had been the one who patched up the fluffy and while she wasn’t a veterinarian it’s not like there isn’t a bit of cross over. From what she saw of the fluffy’s blistered and cracked hooves the poor thing must be in a great deal of pain and all it can think of is the baby. Adorable.
"Your baby is ok, We have uh… our best huggies people giving her magic huggies to feel better.
“Oh. Otay. Dats good.” Purpie said as she fwumpted onto her rear, “Nice wady, whewe ams babbeh?” Purpie took a moment to think and asked, “Whewe ams Puwpie?”
“You’re in a hospital, its a big place for fixing owies. I’ve come to bring you to your baby if that’s okay?”
“Gaspies! Pwease! Babbeh nee mummah huggies oh hab wowstest heawt huwties!” Purpie moved to get back onto her feet but having relaxed after learning that her baby was ok finally realized something. Her hooves felt like they were on fire. “EEeeeee! Hoofsies hab wowsests huwties! Pwease hewp?”
“I already did, that’s why you have those things on your hooves. Lemme carry you? Promise I’ll be gentle.”
Purpie had never had good upsies before. The closest was last night when that lady with the metal monster wrapped her in a towel. “Pwease gib uppsies nice wady.”
Susan was enamored with the fluffy. Single minded, focused on it’s child. She pushed open the enclosure and carefully picked up the fluffy, cradling it in her arms, “You can call me Susan. Your names Purpie, right?”
Purpies mind was blown. “Hao Susies knowed dat?!”
“Human magic, of course.”
“Dats babbeh!” Purpie said, her front hooves reaching towards the crib as soon as the familiar scent of her child hit her nose, “Dats wat aww da cwyin wus? Nee gib babbeh huggies!”
“Okay, okay, lemme get you over there before you fall and hurt yourself.” Susan carried the squirming mummah to the baby and gently lowered it into the crib. The baby’s eyes bulged with recognition and immediately started giggling.
“Hewwo babbeh! Mummah ams hewe!” Purpie embraced her babbeh with so much joy and love that you almost couldn’t believe it if you hadn’t seen it yourself.
Which wasn’t going to be a problem as the hospital’s IT set up a dedicated camera for their reunion. Partially for monitoring, and partially because Doctor Gregor thinks the story could do wonders for the reputation of fluffies in general. Susan couldn’t disagree.
“Babbeh hungie? Nee miwkies?” The mare asked as she was cuddling her child.
“You’ve been feeding the baby, right Purpie?”
Purpie scoffed, “Aww babbehs nee miwkies, ams how babbehs wowk.”
Susan snickered, “You’re not wrong, but we have special milkies for humans for her. She’s being very well fed.”
Purpie frowned, “Babbeh nuh can hab mummahs miwkies?”
“We’ll have to ask the good Doctor man. He’s uh, our smarty. If your milky places start to hurt let me know and we can save some milkies for later.”
Purpie was sad but she sort of expected something like this. She couldn’t make enough milkies for the baby, that’s why she went to get help in the first place. It hurt to not be able to feed her child at all, but she was being well fed at least. “Otay. Puwpie nuh gib miwkies…”
The next couple of days went about roughly the same. Purpie was glued to the baby, only leaving its side to make good poopies, eat nummies, or have her milkies taken by a meanie box. The poopies were weird, but all she had to do was go in a box which was simple enough. The nummies were amazing. Best nummies she’d ever had. The meanie box though, she didn’t like it. It sucked out all her milkies which she needed for babbeh!
She kept nearly forgetting not to feed the baby, often having to be reminded when she started positioning herself out of habit. But overall, she was doing well in the hospital.
Babbeh was doing even better. She was clean, fully fed, and loved more than most people can hope for.
“Hey Purpie, question. Does your baby have a name?” Susan asked one day as she was checking over the baby’s vitals.
“Babbeh nuh hab namesies. Ams tuu widdwe.” Purpie said matter of factly despite the infant being far bigger than any chirpy and the vast majority of talkie babies.
“I see. How does Bebe sound to you then?”
Purpie tilted her head, “Babbeh’s namesies ams Babbeh? Dats siwwy buh… nuh hab weason why nots.”
Purpie turned and nuzzled against Bebe’s cheek, “Hewwo Babbeh, you ams Babbeh nao!”
“We have a very special guest today on Channel 5 News. The hero fluffy and the subject of this year’s summer blockbuster, “The Bestest Mummah”, it’s a mare I’m sure you’ve all heard about, Purpie!” Channel 5’s ace reporter, Chet Brickham and the camera turned to face the purple mare sitting on the reporter’s desk.
“Hewwo nice mistuh! Ams Puwpie!”. Purpie was sitting on her rump waving at the Anchor.
"You sure are. Would you mind telling me how you met Bebe and what happened after that?
“Otay mistuh! Puwpie teww dis stowy manee timeses, ams getting good at it!”
Chet chuckled in that fake newscaster way, “So we’ve heard. So we’ve heard.”
“Puwpie wuz wawkin wound nestie an heawd cwyings ans thought dat ams chiwpie babbehs an nu wanted tu go cuz wost hewe babbehs buh wen anyways an founded babbeh an bwout babbeh tu nestie!”
“So you say you lost your previous babies?”
“Yus, babbehs neba eben peepeded, had suh manee hearwt huwties dat puwpie nebah wan’ded tu feew 'gain.”
“Very brave of you. From what the investigation said and the amount of waste that had piled up you’d been taking care of Bebe for almost a month, maybe more. Is that right?”
“Hao manee ams a month?”
“At least 3 forevers, maybe four.”
Purpie nodded, “Dat sounds wite, wuz just babbeh an purpie foh suh manee fohebahs. Den puwpie hads tu finds hewpies cuz babbeh wuzn’t gettin 'nough milkies.”
“I’ve seen the pictures of your hooves, you had quite the trip. And you and Bebe are still together, right?”
“Yus! Nice Doctuh mans an Susies wet babbeh ans Puwpie be fambwy wid Susies! Babbeh ams tawkie babbeh nao ans mummah ams su pwoud. Puwpie 'bawwessed cuz hab thinkies dat babbeh ams senstitb babbeh. Su manee happies tu be wongies. Puwpie been showin babbeh hao tu stack bwockies an roww baww! Babbeh nuh ams bewwy good buh ams twying.”
Chet turned to Susan who was seated just off camera to the left of Purpie, "The money from the movie means that Bebe isn’t going to want for much and Purpie is a model fluffy, adopting the two of them was an easy decision. I do still have to stop Purpie from “Feeding” Bebe from time to time but she’s very well behaved.
Puwpie looked embarrassed and hid her eyes under her hooves, “babbehs nee miwkies” she said under her breath
"The parents were never found and no child was reported missing so she’s still a bit of a mystery. She’s a happy little thing though, loves both of her mommies a lot.
Puwpie was still hiding from embarrassment but added, “Wub babbeh.”
“Fluffy adoptions went up quite a bit since the release of the movie, was that something you intended?”
“After meeting Purpie for the first time I fell in love with the girl. Single minded simple love like that, it’s a treat to witness. We’re both happy her story is helping lots of fluffies meet their own families.”
“Anything you’d like to add, Purpie?” Chet asked as he began to close out the segment.
“Uhhhhm… pwease wub babbehs? Puwpie wubbed eben wen hab huwties ans sabed babbeh. Pwease wub!”
And there you have it. Bestest Mummah is still in theaters, so if you’re one of the few that somehow haven’t seen it you’ve still got time. I’m Chet Brickham with Channel 5 news."
I dont think anyone actually said “waow”
