The foals yearn for the mines.
yessss minecart babbeh ;;;;
“Wook mummah, bebbeh find diamonds!”
“Dummeh bebbeh, dis am stowe bought cubic ziwconia! YEW AM TWYIN’ TU PUWW FAST WUN UN MUMMAH!”
Mummah picks up foal and shakes him until the smuggled blood diamonds fall out of his asshole.
When’s the next mother Mare coming out?
don’t really know, don’t have anything particularly interesting ideas on what to do next yet
Maybe have him interact with a feral herd of (somewhat) decent fluffies that’s surprisingly led by a Alicorn? And maybe have them hit on the human turned fluffy? Maybe even send him to a fluffy daycare for some reason during the day, and have a fluffy that used to know the mother he killed mistake him as their old friend/sibling?
Just trying to give some basic ideas that you might build off of. Not the best, but it’s just stuff that I came up with on the fly.
They don’t call him Miner Forty-Niner for no reason!
Idea:
Take a few foals, give them little pickaxes, put them in a tight and dimly-lit space, and force them to dig on those little “mine your own gold/gem” kits stores sell to kids.
Make them turn in the “treasures” in exchange for food, or they starve.
They couldn’t break real rocks to work in an actual mine, obviously. But I think they’re just strong enough and that that would pose enough of a challenge for them, to be capable of doing it while having it still be a miserable and labourious experience for them.
If yew dun wock and stone, yew ain cummin’ home
“Daddeh, I have the bwack lung”
Babbehs wong fo’ da mines!
Skettiwand, dun caww Babbeh cauz Babbeh nu gu!
Babbeh owe souw tu da company stowe. 
I’d like to think this is a Joe Versus the Volcano reference, but it likely isn’t.