NAUGHTY EXPLORING BABBEH
“Cmon huwwy!” a chubby silver and white colt said in a hushed tone.
The mostly silver colt was leading his smaller white brother to a spot he had found the other night. The colt had been wandering off to meet up with another colt that lived down in the next cluster of bushes down the way.
“Am cowdieeees” the white puffball said through clattering teeth.
The night was extremely cold and it was only thanks to the bush in between the two families that gave some respite in time to the foals. Once the two siblings were with the thick bush did they hug each other for warmth.
“Babbehs? Yay babbehs ams hewe!” a little blue colt said happily as he entered the bush covered in snow.
The storm was picking up pace outside and the wind had yet to stop. The wind howled and the bush groaned as the wind tried to sweep it away.
“BbBbwuddah ams cowdiees” the white colt said as he had yet to stop shivering
“Nu wowwy babbehs fwen ams hewe!” the silver brother cheered as he went over to hug the friend of his.
“Yay! Yay wen!” they both cheered as the chased each other in a quick game of huggy tag.
“Huuu, am cowdieeees” the white colt said in a low tone as he was now laying on the cold ground shivering. His brother did not hear him as he was too busy waddling in circles chasing his little friend. After about twenty minutes of playing a car happened to pass by and caused a wave of puddle from the curb splash over the bush. The colts were dowsed and now getting colder faster. The two colts stopped their huggy tag game to quickly come together.
“HUuUuUu!” the two cried as they hugged each other tightly.
Eventually the wind picked up and froze their little rears to the ground making them unable to move.
“Huuuhuuuuhuuuu, wan mummmahh!” the little silver colt cried as it got later.
“Fwen? Fwen?” the little thing asked his blue who was losing consciousness, his eyes opening and closing slowly.
The little silver colt shivered and found he was stuck hugging his little friend who looked to be asleep now.
“Huuuu. Mummah hewp babbehhh! Cowdiees mummmahh!” the little silver puffball turned his head to his smaller white brother who looked asleep.
His eyes widened as he saw that his brother’s face was blue.
SING THE FLUFFY CHEER SONG!
A mummah rushed to her boxie home that sat on the side of a yellow house. A nice women who lived inside the house had let the bright yellow pregnant mare stay in a box she had discarded since the days were becoming colder and colder. The older women would love her small interactions with the mare and would give her scraps of food and water from bottles she was throwing away. One day while the lady was bringing in her cat, she was laughing at video she was watching on her phone. When the pregnant mare waddled up to her to ask why she was happy the lady showed her a funny video. The video was of a group of foals singing together for their happy mummah.
“Mummah habs pwetty babbehs!” the mare said with excitement as her eyes went wide with wonder.
The lady then had told her that when her foals where born that she should be a good mummah and her babbehs would sing for her too. This is what kept the mare going in the late stage of her pregnancy, the hopes her babbehs would sing pretty songs for her because she was a good mummah. Little did the mare know that the video was A.I. generated and completely a fake. For the size the foals were, they could not possibly sing in such a way.
Two weeks before Christmas the mare gave birth and saw her little bundle of white foals, she burst with joy. She jumped up and down and in the process ended up crushing the back end of one of the white little fluffballs. It didn’t make a sound and so the mare didn’t see it as anything but an accident.
“Oopsies! Mummah nee be cawefuw!” she said with determination as she grabbed the dying white foal that was bleeding from it little rear.
In her mouth she twisted her neck and flung the little thing away from the nest. She then went over to clean the rest up and gather them up for their milk. She smiled as she looked down at her hungry babbehs asking for milk with their small eyes closed.
A week passed and the mare was now down to two foals left and she was not too happy with them. The tiny white babbehs were always making their mummah mad and sad since they would not sing for her. On one day when she was at her limit of heart hurties she decided to give them a chance to think about what they have been doing. She then set the two white puffball colts outside her box next and closed up the entrance with debris. “Babbehs ams being bad babbehs! Mummah onwy wan pwetty babbeh tu sing pwetty songs fo mummah cuz mummah ams good mummah!!” the mare shouted from the other side of the wall while her foals were shivering from the cold.
After an hour of being outside she let the two chirping foals into the nest to see if they would now sing the pretty songs.
“Ams babbehs weady tu sing pwetty songies?” the mare asked the colts while opening the wall up. The little foal behind his brother had one back hoof stuck to the ground and was chirping in panic. “ChirP, chiiiirp!”
Babbeh come tu mum ah an sing pwetty songs!" the mare said angrily as she stamped her hooves.
The little thing could not get it’s leg free from the cold ground and follow it’s sibling.
“Dummeh babbeh stay outside an wean tu wuv mummah cuz mummah ams good mummah babbeh!” the mare yelled at the terrified little thing as she then started to pile up the bits of clothing blocking the entrance to her nest.
