Cobalt's Adventure
Part 5
You’re Cobalt.
And right now you’re numming grassie nummies with your new herd! The nicie smartie was kind enough to let you into the herd because he is SO nicie! You don’t really like the grassie nummies but you’re happy you’re eating them with ALL your new friends.
And chocolate is even playing around too! The nicie smartie told him that his new job in the herd is to help clean the litterboxes, although you don’t think he really understood.
Your bestest new friend is called Petal. She is a soon mommy too! You hope your babies can run and play together and maybe even nest next to each other!
‘Petaw efew haf babbehs befow?’
You see Petal look up from the grassie nummies and scrunch her face as she desperately tries to remember any detail of the past.
‘Petaw haf BESTEST babbehs befow! Haf gawden nestie pwace wif pwetty fwowews an boxie nestie!’
‘Efen haf owd mummah wif kibbwe an sumtimes skettis! Owd mummah nu wet Petaw in howsie but nu cawed cawse wuv boxie nestie!’
‘Thewe was bestest pinkie babbeh! an gweenie wingie babbeh! an wed ofew babbeh! an efen bwue babbeh wike fwen Cobawt!’
‘Petaw put aww babbehs in scwuff an wun awound AWW bwight time pwaying wif babbehs’
‘Den owd mummah take fowevew sweepies an weave Petaw aww wone… Huuhuu…’
‘Petaw gif hoofies to see pwace doow evewy bwight time bu no one wistened tu Petaw…’
‘Then new mummah nu gif Petaw any nummies an efen thwow way boxie nestie… Huuhuuhuu’
‘Petaw su cowd an haf bad tummeh huwties… nu mak miwkies fow babbehs anymowe… Huuhuuhuu’
‘Babbehs aww haf tummeh huwties an take fowevew… fowevew swee… fowevew sweepies! HUUHUU HUU HUU!’
‘Cobawt no mean gif Petaw saddies! Petaw wan huggies fow make feew bettew?!’
But Petal trots off sobbing. You didn’t mean to make her sad! You can’t really imagine the concept of babies taking forever sleepies. It just doesn’t compute for you… But nice mummah’s taking forever sleepies? Your thinkie place allows you to imagine that and it’s REALLY sad!
Chocolate doesn’t seem to numming much grassie nummies, prefering to jump around and play with the other fluffies, although most of them try to avoid him and others seem quite rude to him. You wonder if they realize how much of a dummie he is too. The sky is yellow, and you know that means it’s nearly darkie time now. The herd has almost stripped the hillside bare of grass and flowers. It makes you quite sad, it was so pretty before, but the herd has nummed everything and left only yickie poopies in their wake.
‘DUMMEH HEWD, NO MOWE GWASSIES FOW HEWD, GU BACK TU NESTIE PWACIES NAO!’
The smartie appears to be barking orders again. You don’t know his name, or if he even has one. You remember from FluffTV that smarties are bad fluffies
so you make sure to slip beneath his notice.
All the fluffies gather together, chattering away happily to each other about various things such as ‘babies’ and ‘nesties’ and ‘skettis’. As you now get a better view of the back of the herd, you see some of the fluffies have babies on their back! That makes you REALLY excited! You REALLY want to go and play with all the babies! But you’re too shy and nervous at the minute to go and meet the rest of the herd.
Perhaps when you get back to the nice nestie place you can play and give hugs to ALL the babies.
As the colorful herd moves over the hill, you wave goodbye to the thicket that was your home for a few days. You can’t wait to get a good new nestie and can’t
wait to find out what kind of nummies there are. You even can’t wait to have a nice new litterbox.
The herd turns left toward some scary runny water… It’s lower than the surrounding grassie hills and has been stripped bare of any kind of vegetation apart from the treesies. You’re scared of the runny water, it looks very deep and is quite loud… but you don’t want to get left behind… You’re already lagging at the back because of your dummie leggies and owwie hoofies.
As the herd reaches the scary runnie water the smartie looks confused for a little bit, before picking a direction and trotting confidently upstream, it’s nicely
shaded and cool next to the runnie water and it makes you feel safe. The fluffies themselves almost look like a rainbow runnie water running parallel as they trot
along after the smartie chattering happily in their own little worlds.
‘NU! NUU! PWESE NICE BIWDIE MUNSTAH! SKY NU AM NUMMIES! AM SPESHUW FWEN FOW SOON MUMMAH!’
You quickly jerk your head, a straggling cyan fluffy slightly more uphill of the herd seems to be playing with a pretty birdie with pretty white and orange
fur and a blue head… But why is that dummie fluffy so scaredies? He…
‘NU! NUUUUU! NU TAK SEE PWACIES FOW NUMMIES! NEE SEE PWACIES FOW… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!’
The birdie monster is pecking into the cyan fluffy’s right eye, plucking it out with ease in one motion, tilting his head back and jerking it down his beakies. The sight terrifies you! Why is that birdie monster giving that nice fluffy the WORST hurties you’ve ever seen? That fluffy is a GOOD fluffy! And fluffies aren’t nummies!
The sight is enough to make you make scaredie poopies all down your back legs, and you even sickie water a lot of the grassie nummies you’ve just eaten.
‘SCAWEDIES’ ‘EE SCAWEDIES’ ‘BIWDIE MUNSTAH’ ‘NU FWUFFY NU AM NUMMIES!’
The rest of the straggling fluffies begin to panic and run quickly towards the cover of the treesies around the runnie water. The rest of the herd ahead next to the river don’t seem too bothered by the commotion as they carry on trotting and chatting away. Can they not hear one of their friends being nummed by a monster?
The birdie monster tilts its head down and cocks it at the cyan fluffy. Before poking its beakie into the other eye.
‘NUUU! PWESE NU TAK WAST SEE PWACE!! EEEEEEEEEEE’ ‘SKREEEEEEE’
The cyan fluffy is desperately trying to crawl away but the birdie monster is perched squarely on the fluffy’s back. You want to run but… You can’t! All you can do is make scaredie poopies and shiver in fear as the sight unfolds before you.
BOTH see places have been taken by the birdie monster now… How is the good cyan fluffy supposed to run and play without see places?
The bird turns in an awkward jerky motion until it appears to almost be looking right at you. You make scaredie poopies again… You don’t want to lose YOUR see places!
But… thankfully, it looks back down at the struggling fluffy trapped under foot, and jerks its head back down.
‘PWESE MISTUH BIRDIE MUNSTAH HUUHUU… FWUFFY NU CAN SEE ANYMOWE HUUHUU… PWESE GIF BACK SEE PWACIES AN’ ‘SKREEE’ ‘SKREEE’ ‘SKREEEEEEEEEEE’
The birdie monster is pecking at the fluffy’s belly now, drawing booboo juice and pulling out tummy sketties… The cyan fluffy is flailing all of its legs uselessly.
Spraying scaredie poopies with empty see places streaming with saddie water.
‘EEE’ YAK ‘EEEEEE’ YAK ‘SKREEEEE HUUHUUUHUUUU’
Your dummie leggies start listening to you again, and you run AS QUICK AS YOU CAN along the runnie water to the rest of the herd, nestling in close so no monsters can get you for the rest of the journey to the nestie place. The happy chattering and giggling of the herd does little to drown out the screaming, crying and pleading of that poor cyan fluffy being nummed by the birdie monster.
Your heart has big hurties from this. You think the rest of the herd simply can’t hear the poor cyan fluffy and are too busy having walkie and talkie times with each other.
But it’s okay, the cyan fluffy is getting quieter and quieter as the herd moves along. You must be the WORST fluffy because… For some reason you’re happy you can’t really hear him anymore! Hearing him scream and cry gave you BIG heart hurties. And watching him be nummed almost makes you want to make sickie water again.
You hope the birdie monster realized fluffies aren’t nummies and decided to give the nice cyan fluffy his see places and tummy sketties back… Fluffies NEED their see places to be able to run and play!
It’s almost darkie times now, and a lot of the other fluffies are clearly getting tired and slowing down. This is good for you. The herd has been walking for what seems like FOREVER. And it’s getting really close to darkie times now, the sky and shady riverside have taken on a burnished orange as the chittering of the not monster little birdies dies down.
The long walk along the runnie water means that you’ve trodden on a lot of small stones and made a lot of slippies. You’ve opened up a lot of old owwies on your hoofies from the grey meanie hurties ground. Occasionally you see specs of booboo juice and poopies on the ground ahead of you, so you guess the other fluffies may not be fairing much better.
Between this, the birdie monsters, and your tummy babies getting big. You think you’ll just stay in the nestie place for a while until your tummy babies become actual babies. You’re sure the herd won’t mind sharing their sketties, grassie nummies and flower nummies with you for a while.
You look ahead to see if you can spot Petal. Maybe huggies and talkie time with your bestest friend might help the heart hurties you suffered from seeing the birdie monster attack.
You can’t quite make her out from the sea of colors… But you do see a mommy and daddy pair trotting happily alongside the river with babies on their back! They’re SO cute! Chirping and cooing away.
The three bestest ones are on the mare’s back, a cutie pink one in her scruff, a purple hornie one and a blue wingie one behind. The other babies are on the colt’s, a grey one and a dark green one. The blue one notices you with a ‘coo?’ and you begin to make funny facies at it, poking your tongue out and showing it your blue mane with your front leggie. The blue foal starts giggling and cooing, Its mane is just coming in and you can see it has a pretty yellow color.
You wonder what your babies will look like? You hope they’re ALL pretty babies and that you won’t have to pick a bestest baby, you hope there won’t be any brown ones… They’re not very pretty! And you hope there is a wingie one that you can feed with bestest milkies so it can grow big and strong and fly you to sketties land!
You think about jostling through the few tightly packed rows of fluffies in front of you to get closer to the babies and give them a hug. But you don’t want to cause the other fluffies to get slippies on the wet soil and stones.
So you settle for playing facies with the blue baby for now, you LOVE the blue baby because it has pretty blue fur like yours, but you hope the other two bestest babies notice you soon so you can play facies with them too.
Then the mommy mare makes slippies, she staggers around and the fluffy behind her bumps into her! sending her careening and almost knocking the little babies off!
The mare tries to get her leggies upright but her right hoofie makes slippies again and she slides right down into the runnie water… It’s not long before she’s
kicking and spluttering, not sinking but unable to keep her head fully above the water. And she’s drifting out toward the middle.
‘NU! SPESHUW FWEN! SAF CAWOWINE AN’ GYAK ‘BESTEST BABBEHS!’
The father runs to the river’s edge and paces nervously before calling out, ‘NU SPESHUW FWEN DUN GO IN WUNNIE WAWA! WAWA AM NU GUD FOW FWUFFIES AN BESTEST BABBEHS!’
‘HEWD’ GLUG ‘SPESHUW’ GLUG ‘FRIEND… SAF CAWOWINE AN’ GYAK ‘BESTEST BABBEHS PWEEESE!’
The herd, as before, continue plodding along the path in blissful ignorance, only deviating slightly to meander around the panicking father, who himself is pacing back and forth and pleading with his special friend to come out of the runnie water.
It’s not long before the mare is carried out into the center of the current, the increased turbulent flow tumbles her over, wetting her entire body and washing all of her babies out of her scruffies and down the river. You see the blue one get pulled under almost immediately, shooting downstream away from the herd like a fishie, with the other two soon to follow.
The mare makes one final plead, ‘Nuu’ glug ‘HUU HUU NUU COME BACK BABBEHS! WAWA AM’ GLUG ‘BAD FOR’
The mare is then herself carried along by the current, being dragged under and occasionally resurfacing to cough up water and scream for help. It isn’t long before she is carried completely away from the herd, and you can’t see her or her babies any more. The father slumps down on his haunches, knocking the two remaining babies to the ground. Whom squirm around and cheep.
‘Huuhuuhuu. Why speshuw fwen weave Wapis? Speshuw fwen weave Wapis wif wowstest babbehs huuhuuhuu’
‘Hewd… Pwese hewp Wapis get speshuw fwen an bestest babbehs back PWESE HUU HUU HUU’
This is fine.
This is fine.
The mare is just following the runnie water to the grey meanie ground place and soon they’ll find a nice new mommy who’ll give them a warmies housie and
sketties… Right?
Just don’t thinkie place about it. There’s NO way those foals can take forever sleepies… Foals are NOT for forever sleepies or owwies! They’re for hugs!
You consider for a moment huggies for the daddy fluffy’s heart hurties, but you don’t want to get left behind and be nummed by a birdie monster. So you do what every other fluffy does and meander around him, leaving him and his two remaining babies crying on the riverside cobbles.
‘Huu… huu… huu… Pwese wunnie wawa… Pwese gif back speshuw fwen an bestest babbehs… Wapis pwomise nefew num pwetty wawa’s fwowews efew again hu huu huu’
The heart hurties are starting to sink in now. You’ve never seen forever sleepies before… and now you’ve seen two big fluffies and three little babies take forever
sleepies… You try to be strong for your tummy babies, but you can’t help but let out a little bit of your own disappointment and sorrow.
‘huu…’
‘huu…’
‘No wan be fewaw fwuffy anymowe…’
‘No wike hewd or gwassies or biwdie munstahs ow wunnie wawa…’
‘No wike AWWAYS havin hoofsies hurties…’
‘Chocowat? pwese take cobawt back to cobawt’s mummah…’
‘Wan warmie bwanket an safesies housies…’
‘huu huu huuu’
Your eyes are making saddies water now. You’ve made a mistake. You’re a bad fluffy who has run away and now you’re paying the price. As mean as mommy’s daddy was…
The runnie water and birdie monsters are meaner. Even your new friends are mean! They didn’t care about any of the fluffies who had an oopsies on the way to the nestie place… In fact… you think you heard a few fluffies call the poor mare that got washed away a dummie!
You have no one and nothing again. Your special friend is the BIGGEST dummie and you REALLY don’t like him. You don’t even know where he is in this multicolored morasse, The herd is selfish meanie herd that let other fluffies take forever sleepies. You’re hungry and your hoofies and hearties are hurting. You have the compulsion to sit down and use your teefies to start pulling your pretty blue fur out, but you can’t stop or YOU might get forever sleepies.
‘huu huu huuu, wan mummah, wan mummah’
‘DUMMEH HEWD SHUT UP AN WISTEN TO SMAWTIE, HUWWY UP, WE AWMOST AT NESTIE PWACIE AN DARKIE NO SEE TIMES SOON!’
You lift your head for a second to see what looks like a dirt mound nestled in between the hills and treesies. It is pockmarked with tunnels and holes and covered in leafies, trashies and other nestie material. The first thing that hits you is the smell. The smell makes even the fluffies at the park’s sorry poopies smell pretty! The smell makes you heave and you think for a second you might even take forever sleepies just from it alone.
YAK ‘huu huu huuu’