Tip-Tap!
“W-wu-?”
Tip-Tap! Tippy-Tappy!
“Wut’ am noisy-”
CRAAAAAAACK! BOOOOOOOM!
Thunder echoed overhead like a bomb, shaking people and fluffies alike. Rain seemed to fall by the gallon, raindrops the size of cherries.
SCREEEE!!
NUUU-huuuhuu
Gu’ way meanie woud sky noisees!
nu wan’ mo’ wostest heaw’ pwacie hewties!"
Daisy shivered and huu’d to herself in her nestie inside her den.
Though the tree it was dug under was bigger than any tree she had ever seen in any bright time, it did little to stop the noise.
Though the bushes surrounding it had been thicker and greener than any she had ever felt in any bright time, it did little to stop the cold.
Even after digging as deep as she could before poor little hoofies started leaking boo-boo juice and giving her the worstest hurties she had ever felt in any bright time, it did little to stop the worstest saddies.
CRAAAACK
…
Daisy tenses up out of fear, preparing for another worstest loudest hear place noise. She curls up tighter, waiting. There was no noise following it.
n-n-nu… nu woudes’ noisie?
PFFFFT-
Daisy, realising just soon enough that her stomach is clenching, dashes down a narrow tunnel leading to the good poopies place. (A hole covered in thin tree branches leading into a dark cavern below, accompanied by a very small groundwater flow from the ceiling, that also acts as Daisy’s water supply, to clean it after)
She quickly squats over the the hole and, before she can even lift her pretty little tail
BOOOOOOOOOM
A clap of thunder so loud that it causes her to jump nearly out of her pretty black fluff. The sound echoes through the small den, causing Daisy to make the biggest scardie poopies she has ever made in any bright time. There’s so much that it blocks the poopie hole before the drippy wa-wa can wash it away!
Nu smew’ pwetty… Nu, why poopies nu’ faw’ down poopie howe’?
Pwease poopie howe’! Pwease num’ Daisie’s big poopies! Huuu-huu-huuhhuuu…
Daisy flutters her wings out of frustration, causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards right onto her scardie poopies!
SCREEEEEEE
Nu’ wan’ wostes’ poopies!! Hewp Daisie!!
The chunky shit cakes into her pretty black fluff and gets all over her fluffy wingies. She struggles to right herself, only causing her to roll around and cover more of her fluff in the scardie poopies!
Suddenly, it feels as though something is grabbing one of her wingies!
WET’ DAISY GUU’ MUNSTAH’ POOPIES! PWEASE NU’ GIF’ WINGIE WOSTES’ POOPIE HEWTIES!!
She wails again as she tugs one final time, ripping her wing free of the tangle of roots covering the poopie hole with a sickening
CRRAA-crunch
Daisy sobs as she turns onto her belly and kicks off the wall with her back hooves, pushing her off the poopie hole pile and run-waddeling back down the tunnel.
The narrow groundwater flow, being slightly damaged by the fluffies kick, now opens up slightly wider to allow just enough extra water to start trickling in to clean and unclog the poopie hole.
Reaching the main chamber again, Daisy collapses back into her pitiful curled up position and, with much sickies and the biggest saddies, she shivers as she begins to give herself lickie cleanies.
Huuhuuu… Nu smeww’ pwetty… Nu’ wan’ cwean icky’ poopies
Nu… Taste… Pwetty…
GAG
WRETCH
huuhuu…Nu tastes pwetty… Nu smeww pwetty… nu mow’ poopies pwease pwetty fwuff…
Cleaning every part of her fluff her tongue could possibly reach, daisy slowly rises to her feet. She softly huu’s to herself, her throat giving her horrible burnie hurties as she does. She stretches her hooves and back, then suddenly falls to the ground in searing pain!
Wan nestie… pwease pwetty wingie, nu mow’ wostest hewties fow’ daisie… pwease… huuhuu
She slowly waddles to her nestie hole, filled with scraps of clothing, cotton, husks, and other warm soft things she could find in all her bright times, collapsing the moment she enters. Daisy, in her exhausted saddie state, immediately forgot about her damaged wing. She screed as she shot up, flipping onto her other side and wailing as pain shot from her back and into her spine, filling her entire body.
The remainder of the rising moon light that fills her den slowly fades away as the night grows longer. Daisy softly cries beneath the fibers of her nest, shivering from both the worstest heart hurties, and worstest wingie hurties.