It was a nice morning as you were chilling in your room, drinking some water and listening to music while playing an on-line game. You just finished a match and backed out of the Lobby to stretch and take a break. You glanced out your window, then looked is shock. There was a large herd of fluffies in your backyard.
“The heck? How many are there?!” You cry out in surprise.
Being on the second floor, you could not get an exact count on the numerous foals of various ages, but counting just the adult fluffies, there had to be at least 10, not counting the 3 really pregnant fluffies.
“Man, I don’t got any of that Fluffy Poison left. Not enough for a herd that size, anyway. And if I run out there with a bat, a good chunk of them would escape and cause trouble elsewhere. Hmmm.”
You exit out of your game and look on-line for an easy way to get rid of a herd. After awhile of looking up various methods involving weapons, dogs, and fluffy behaviors, you see an odd post.
“Huh? What’s this? Someone exploited the love to dance to basic tunes that fluffies have and pulled a Pied Piper and led a herd into a river? No way that happened. Then again, fluffies are really dumb.”
After thinking for awhile, you decide to see if music can truly ensnare fluffies. You pick up your smart phone, set it to ignore calls and texts, and get its charger. You head down stairs and out into your yard. The fluffies stop babbling to each other and stare at you. You ignore the smarty as he swaggers up to you and starts making the usual canned demands all bad smarties make. You select a long, repetitive and simple, yet catchy song on your phone, press repeat, then hit play.
The fluffies go quite as you hold the phone up as the song intro steadily rises to the beat drop, then with the sound of a bicycle horn as the drop, a repetitive song plays as you do a simple dance of swinging your arms together and walking in place, only stopping your arms to clap once every five notes.
As one, each foal old enough to walk rose on their back legs, or sat down. The fluffies near them looked in surprise and confusion, “Wah? Wah babbehs doin’?” As one, each foal began to dance to the music, the ones sitting were dancing by turning their upper bodies and moving their forelegs up and down, the ones old enough to stand were doing the usual babbeh dance.
Then, the chirpies and soon mummahs were nodding in rhythm to the song, the foals chirping at the part you clapped at, and the soon mummahs would makes a happy sound when you clapped. The dance spread to the rest of the fluffies. The other regular adult fluffies were either walking in place, or copying the sitting dance some of the foals did.
The toughies were doing a synchronized dance of walking forward a few steps together, rearing back and stomping, then backing up then stomping.
The smarty shuddered, then closed his eyes and, for a lack of a better term, gyrated vertically. He stretched up as high as he could, then leaned to the side and dropped close to the ground, leaned to the other side, and stretched up, then went in reverse. After 3 circles of that, he shook, then started his ‘dance’ again.
You put your phone down then moved fast. You dashed into your toolshed and got out a tarp, then dashed into your workshop and put the tarp down. You ran over to your phone, picked it up, then walked to your workshop slowly. The fluffies, as one, turned to keep looking towards the source of music. They shuffled after you, the attendant mares rolling the soon mummahs so they could keep listing to the music.
You entered your workshop and plugged your phone in and set it to never go to sleep. You stand by the wall as the fluffies pile in. You open the window a bit so the fluffies can stay cool, then slip by. You fill up a bowl of water and leave it by the workshop door and leave the door unlatched so the fluffies can push it open. Lastly, you block off the hole in the fence they entered your yard from.
“There. Now, if that music charm thing will really work they would ignore the water and the unlatched door. With the window open, they won’t die instantly from over heating as they endlessly dance. And if they do die, it would air out. If they stop dancing and escape? Well, they won’t be escaping my yard.”
You head back in and go back to gaming.
3 days later, you go back to your workshop and peer in the window to see the fluffies dead in the same place they were when they were dancing. You open the door and check the water dish.
“Still full. Huh. Guess those fluffies really will dance to death if the right music plays.” You grab the fluffy covered tarp and pull it out into your yard to get a better look.
The poop piles behind the formerly pregnant fluffies had dead chirpies in them. They either died of hunger, or were suffocated in poop. You grabbed a snow shovel and scooped up the poop, then dropped it on your compost pile while the fluffies and larger foals went in a trash bag, then put into the trash can.
You hosed off your tarp, emptied the full water bowl, then unplugged your phone and walked back inside checking if you had any missed calls or texts before going about your day.