You’re Ned again. The last couple of weeks have been very busy since you took in your new fluffy and it’s mother. Margarine was not particularly cooperative at first but you got the point across. The cream colored fluffy had one leg bent at an odd angle when you brought it home, the result of your own actions so that Sienna could get her milk. Now the dejected mare lays next to the litter box.
You had left the foal and it’s mother alone to fill a bowl of kibble but when you returned the chirpy was no where to be seen. You questioned margarine and found out quick enough.
“Gud poopies go in da wittah bauks. Mummah did wat should hab done when hab babbehs.” She huffed and looked away from you. That was when you noticed loose litter on the floor. Quickly you shove your hands in the shallow cardboard to find the brown fully had been buried alive.
You pull her out and look her over. In your cupped hands she dribbles some scardie peepees then peeps frantically. The ragged mother is without remorse. You kick her.
For the next two days you have off from work you restrain the older fluffy to allow Sienna to feed. Before you have to go back to work you break down and buy a feeder and a pump. With little use for Margarine you restrain her over the littler box and pump her for her milk. Other than this Sienna has no connection to her mother. There are no hugs no mummah songs just whining and of course danger.
Your little filly has passed the chirpy stage opening her eys and talking now that she has regular nutrition. By the end of your work week she has started walking and talking frequently and has even made good poopies. Your last day of work is a long one and rather stressful. You sink into your chair placed next to the safe pen set up in your living room. With a heavy sigh you prepare to space out to the television when a tiny voice says.
“Hewo Daddeh! Ou no wook hapeh. Sienna am dancie babbeh fow mak Daddeh Hapeh Peep!” She sits back on her rump and shakes her arms. It’s far from dancing but you can’t help smiling. In the corner there is a wet fart as poopies fall from the suspended mare into the litter box below. ‘Ugh what a buzz kill’ you think however you notice Sienna has teeth growing in soon she will be weaned and you’ll drop Margarine back in the park.
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