Today was rather peaceful. The birds were singing in harmony, the shops had a mega sale, it was fairly warm, the pool is open, the fair is also open, and a little family is enjoying the summer sun.
“Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah!” Bluebell sung to her foals. “Babbehs get milkies gwow up big an strong!”
Her special friend, One Ear Grape, or Grape, once proud of his creations grew bored and annoyed. When he first had these foals, he bragged on how pretty they were. But everyone hated that one hairless fluffy. Hairless fluffy are a rare genetic, though hated. The poor thing was starved but lively. It still asked for milk, food and play. Its parents ignored it. There is also a baby smarty, who says he is the best and deserves all the milkies. His name is Navyblue, because of his coloring. The last one’s name is Cookie, who is too light to be a poopie babbeh. She’s shy much, but will open upo to her mummah and daddeh.
“Mummah wub babbehs, otay? Always gib ou milkies an wub an huggies an warmie.” Bluebell cooed to her foals. She turned to the hairlless fluffy. “Except ou. Ou no get milkies an warmie an wub. Ou stay coldie and hungry and wonwee.” She turned back to her foals. Grape came over and lay infront Bluebelle.
They heard barking.
“Barkie munstah! Wun!” Bluebelle said, abandoning her family and taking off. Grape felt confident and bold. He kicked at the beast. “Go way, or ou feel wostest hurties of leggies!”
The dog procceededto pick up the hairless fluffyn’t by the tail, as Grape the idiot kicked at it’s muzzle. Bluebell kept running with her baby Cookie following slowly. Navyblue had the dumb luck of being on top of her back. As the dog gobbled Fluffn’t, and attacked One Braincell Grape, Bluebell dropped to the floor and covered her eyes. Navyblue copied her. The dog squashed Cookie and walked off. After that, legend says Navyblue was snatched by a falcon, and Bluebelle was found by a breeder and used as a milkbag. (Tbh navyblue derserved it little breathing shiz)