“Mummah wubs babbehs, babbehs wub mummah!”
Rosey was singing to her babbehs. She loved them so much and they loved her.
They were chirping happily and drinking her milkies.
Then a hoomin came into her alley.
“OHO! I, a Human have come to do the abuse to your foals! I have opposable thumbs and no tail!”
Rosey had to defend her chirpy babbehs!
“NU HUWT BABBEHS! DEY AM ONWY WIDDWE BABBEHS!”
The hoomin shook his fist at her.
“CURSES! I am FOILED by my inability to harm little foals! I must now flee!”
He ran away.
Weeks later:
Rosey was feeding her babbehs. One of them popped off her milkie place.
“Tank yu fow gud miwkies, Mummah!”
“GASP! Babbeh am Tawkie Babbeh nao!”
Her other babbehs spoke up as well, assuring her they could talk too.
Then the hoomin stepped into the alley again.
“AHA! Your foals are no longer little! I can harm them now! With my opposable thumbs!”
Rosey looked down at her talkie babbehs and then up at the hoomin.
“Faiw enuff!”
The hoomin used his opposable thumbs to give the babbehs worstest hurties and forever sleepies.
…
The breeding mares blinked as the movie ended.
The bored breeding mill employee started talking.
“Therefore it’s a good thing for you to give up your foals once they’re able to talk. Otherwise bad humans will come and kill them. Humans have opposable thumbs and are thus superior beings.”
The breeding mares quickly agreed, except for Slow Sally.
“SWOW SAWWY NU WAN GIBE UP BABBEHS! BABBEHS NEED DEWE MUMMAH!”
The bored breeding mill employee raised his opposable thumbs. They stretched out across the room and pierced through Slow Sally’s head, splattering her brains.
…
The peppy breeding mill employee finished off the presentation.
“And that’s why you need to give up your foals and shouldn’t talk back to humans.”
The breeding mares stayed silent aside from several loud farts.
