The foal opened his eyes as he suckled on his mother’s teat. “Chirpeh bebbeh am wookie seesie bebbeh naow!” He heard. “Miss Amma cowme wookie!” A large figure blocked the bright lighter overhead. He didn’t know what he was looking at but he somehow felt safe. “That’s nice Pinkie, you’re such a good mummah!” it responded. These sounds were confusing.
The next week was more bright lights and confusing words. Eventually he started to learn and learn quickly. He was a fluffy and he lived in a place called a fluffmart. He had a mummah and bwuddas and sistahs and he was supposed to be nice to the humans that walked in to get a new mummah.
The foal would learn that the lady he saw most days was name was Anna and she was a thing called a human. He learned this from his beautiful mother named Pinkie. She was such a good mother and taught him how to walk and run and speak. She taught all his brothers and sisters about good manners and how to play fun games like blockie and hide and seek. He loved her so much.
“Bwubba wan pway hiwde an seeek?” he heard behind him. He turned around and saw his pretty pink sister just like their mummah! She was his favorite sister. His pegasus and unicorn sisters didn’t play with him as much and spent lots of time playing with the funny clear walls, tapping hoofs with the foals in the next nests over or trying to get the attention of the humans that walked into the fluffy store. He didn’t understand why they wanted new homes. Wasn’t the nest and their mummah good enough? Why did they need a new mummah?
“Yus pweddy sissie! Yew gu hiwde an fwuffy wiww cownt!” He closed his eyes tightly. “wun, wun, tuu, twee, fow, tuu, ummm, tuu, twee, uuuuuummm, fiwbe! Weddy ow nowt Fwuffy am wooksie!” Immediately he heard his sister giggling. She always hid in the same place, under mummah’s leggies covering her eyes with her front hooves. His mummah taught him to pretend he didn’t notice to make the game more funner.
He walked around the nest calling “sissie wew am yew!?” over and over only to be answered by her stifled giggles. Eventually his mummah nods at him and he comes over. Gently tapping his hoof against his sister’s head he sings “fownd yuuuu!” She giggles again springing up and tackling him. They tumble for a bit before they just end up hugging tightly and falling asleep.
When they woke up their pretty mummeh gathered them around and explained that today was sgetti day and how fluffies that get human mummehs get to eat lots of sgettis. He still didn’t get it, but they were getting bigger and started having mouth teethsies for nummies like mummah ate. Maybe sgetti would be as good as mummah’s milkies.
It was better than milkies. Miss Anna moved them all to a nest further from the front door and gave them all sgettis. It was the bestes nummies ever. Even better than his pretty mummah’s milkies. If human mummahs make sgettis for their babies, then maybe having a new mummah wouldn’t be so bad.
Over the past week, their manes started to come in. His red brother grew in a gold mane. His blue brother also grew a yellow mane. His green sister ended up with a beautiful yellow mane and his yellow sister ended up with a green mane. His pink sister’s mane came in an even prettier pink. She looked just like mummah.
He looked in his reflection in the glass. He was what his mummah called brown and she said it was a pretty color like a human nummie called chocolate. His mane was black; it was basically the opposite of his pretty mummah and sistah. He had hoped he would get a pretty color like his mummah and sistah’s pink or even his brother’s and sister’s yellow. Mummah told him black was a good color too, she said it meant he was a brave colt because it was the color of dark times. He saw brown foals in the other nests, they all looked sad. Soon the store closed for the day. They were further away from the nice outside light. He hated the dark times, but he would be brave for his mummah.
The next day he played hide and seek with his sister again. This time he hid. He dug a hole in the nest and laid down in it waiting for what felt like forever. “Fownd yew! Bwudda am gud hiwda!” he heard from his prettiest sister.
The first to get adopted by a new mummah was his red bruddah. He got a daddeh mummah who named him Thunder. Next was his blue brother, he got named Dash. A girl noticed them playing wall hoofsie with the neighboring nest’s foals and called it playing “patty cake” She begged her mom to get them. In the end, they both left in the girl’s arms happy with their new mummah.
“Daddy! Look at this one! It’s pink!” A human foal stood over their nest looking in, she was pointing at mummah. The colt felt genuine fear for the first time in his life. He was afraid the girl would take his mummah. “We’re just here for food and a new toy for Tangerine, he doesn’t need a special friend. Besides you wouldn’t want to separate that mommy from her matching baby.”
The colt let out a sigh of relief. His family was still together a bit longer. Still, he watched four of his siblings get new mummahs already and knew that soon they would get adopted too. He hoped their new mummah would adopt all of them together like his two sisters. It was sgetti day again and they had been moved to a new nest. He and his sister were becoming big foals now. He and his sister together were just about as big as their mummah.
They had a big nest all to themselves. In the other nests there were maybe one or two foals as well. He saw lots of other brown foals in the other nests. He felt a sensation of worry when he noticed that. “Mummah what if fwuffy nuu get nyu mummah?” He asked. “Don’ says dat! Aww foaws ged nyu mummahs! Mummah pwomise! Mummah habe suu manneh bebbehs an dey aww ged nyu mummehs!”
Still, he remembered that the humans never looked at him. Only his brothers and sisters. He even heard some of the human mummah’s mummahs say “eww,” when they saw his sister play with him. “Bwuddah wook sad… Bwubba wan pway hiwde an seeek?” He loved his sister soo much. “Yus sisteh, bwuddah pway!” She let him hide first to cheer him up. He went and hid behind his mummah since the nest wasn’t deep enough to dig into anymore, he heard a muffled “Weddy ow nowt fwuffy am wooksie!” He closed his eyes in excitement waiting forever for her to find him.
Then he felt his mummah standing up. Nuu mummah, don’t show bwuddah to sistah! He opened his eyes to see if he had been spotted, instead he saw his sister standing up for uppies and a big human lady picking his sister up. Nuu.
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Well everypony, I think Sunday evenings will be my release schedule for this comic. If I did the math right the finale of the first arc will be my Christmas Eve gift to you all.
I’m in my procrastination era coming up on finals week so expect a few more short stories to get dropped weekly as well.