Day 4: Thursday
5:44 pm: So according to the rules of the project, to get the extra credit I to have a live fluffy for a minimum of 6 days. Great. At least you waved the late penalty after I showed you the pictures of the scorch marks.
Went back to the fluff mart. I hope they didn’t recognize me. Browsed through the discount section this time. There was a bright red Pegasus mare with a green mane and wings named Flopsy. The clerk said she was probably a Christmas fluffy that was returned after the new year, apparently a common occurrence. Flopsy talks a lot about his old owner, a little girl named “Mawwy” and how he must have been a bad fluffy because she gave her away. The clerk assured me that he’d re-imprint pretty quickly.
Day 5: Friday
8:12 AM: Flopsy adjusted pretty quickly. When I woke up this morning he was calling “Daddeh” instead of “Nu Daddeh”. I’ll take it. Left the radio on to keep her company.
5:33: Flopsy seemed happy to see me come home, squealing and running around before falling over and giggling. She said that the “talkie box” scared her though. I’ll leave the radio off tomorrow.
Day 6: Saturday
9:45 am: Flopsy wouldn’t let go of my leg when I left this morning. I had to promise her sketti when I get home to get her to let me go. Hope I’m not setting a bad precedent.
6:56 pm: I thought it would be cute to rile up Flopsy before I went into the apartment, so I called out “Daddy’s Home! Get ready for Sketti” through the door until I could hear the squeals of joy as she ran to greet me. I pushed the door open and jumped in to greet my little ball of fluff.
This proved to be a mistake.
The door caught the Flopsy right on the snout, whipping her head around with a sickening crack. I think this killed her instantly. I hope this killed her instantly. She twitched a few times, shat all over my boots and then stopped moving.
Day 7: Sunday.
11:37 AM: Spent a few hours in the morning putting together a makeshift safe room. You can do wonders with scrap wood and a willingness to forsake a deposit. Can’t pick up a fluffy today, between work and homework I’ll be too busy to deal with it.
8:30 PM: It’s weird. I’ve had a fluffy pony for less than a week total but the apartment already feels empty without one.
Day 8: Monday
11:30 am: FluffMart closes early today so I won’t be able to go there after work. I’ll have to go to a foal-in-a-can machine. I hate to do that, everyone online says they tend to be malnourished and stunted due to lack of stimulation and low quality milk, but dammit I want this grade, and hopefully I can give it a better life than the standard bratty kid or bored abuser. I think I’ll name him Felix. My ancient history professor said that it means “Lucky” in Greek.
8:30 pm: Got the can, a brown earthie because it’s cheap. Can’t see if it’s a boy or a girl yet. I spent the money I saved on good quality formula mixture, hopefully it’ll help with development. The can is sitting on the counter right now, I’ll crack it open after the milk is done warming on the stove.
8:45 pm: Remember the random earthquake? You may not have felt it, it was just a 3.1, not enough to cause damage but enough to cause a foal-in-a-can can to start rolling off the counter and drop to the floor. It was just 3 feet but the impact was enough to cause the foal to snap all four legs and spine, but not quite enough to kill it. I could see bone sticking out and blood was leaking from it’s mouth with each distressed “CHEEP” it made. No way it could survive a trip to the fluff tech. I popped the lid, filled the can with water and held the poor fluff under water with a spoon until it stopped twitching.
On the plus side since it was corked there was no shit to clean up.
