Consider Greatness.
A great man must have a following, whether he gain it
Like Roosevelt by good intentions, cajolery and bribes, or Hitler by fanatic
Patriotism, frank lies, brutality and terror.
Without great following no greatness, it is ever the greedy
Flame on a wick dipped in the fat of millions;
No man standing alone has ever been great;
Except, most rarely, his will, passion or intellect
Have come to posthumous power and the naked spirit
Picked up a crown.
-Robinson Jeffers
“POOPIES! POOPIES! POOPIES!” The Fuhrer yelled. “DA POOPIE FWUFFIES AWE DA ONES DAT DU AWW DA BAD TU DA POINTIE FWUFFS!”
The Fuhrer stood atop the tree-stump, looking down at the growing crowd that was gathering to hear him speak.
“DA POOPIE FWUFFIES MAY WOOK DUMMEH! DEY MAY NUM POOPIES AN BE UGWY! BUT WEN GUD FWUFFIES NU WOOK DEY TAKE AWW DAH NUMMIES!”
Many in the crowd gasped at the revelation.
“DATS WITE! DA POINTIE-FWUFFIES HAB TUMMEH HUWTIES CUZ OB POOPIE FWUFFIES! POINTIE FWUFFIES AM DA BESTEST OB ALL FWUFFIES! BUH POOPIE FWUFFIES AWAWYS KEP POINTIE-FWUFFIES WIF SADDIES AN’ HUWTIES!”
Many in the audience were unicorns, as was to be expected. But others were earthies, and even some pegasi. Similar to unicorns, some might be, but they weren’t the ones meant to rule the world. They’d have to be kicked out, or otherwise destroyed with the poopies.
“TOGEBA, UNDEW FUHWEW HITWAH, AWW POINTIE-FWUFFIES WIWW GET WID OB POOPIES! AN WUWE DA WOWD! SEEG HAIW!”
The Fuhrer lifted his hoof, as did most of the crowd, all shouting in cluttered high-pitched unison.
“SEEG HAIW! SEEG HAIW! SEEG HAIW!”
Putting his hoof down, he waited for them to go quiet again.
“NAO! GU FIN AWW DA POOPIE FWUFFIES IN DA FOWEST! MAK DEM GIB U DEIW HIDDEN NUMMIES! IB DEY NU GIB ‘OU NUMMIES, DEN GIB DEM HUWTIES TIL DEY DU!”
The pointy crowd cheered, and scattered off to find their victims.
The Fuhrer smiled to himself, stepping down from the stump to his special friend.
“Dat was bestest tawkie-time ebah!” Eva said, hopping up and down. He nuzzled her, she nuzzled back. He trotted over to his tuffies, who awaited his command.
“Himmwah?” The Fuhrer said.
“Yes, Fuhwew Hitwah?” Himmler stepped forward.
“Gu an’ mak’ suwe aww da poopie fwuffies am going tu da wite pwace. Ib dey nu go-“
“Gib huwties an’ foweba sweepies!” Himmler said.
“Gud. Go.” The Fuhrer told him.
Himmler quickly scrammed to carry out his duties. The Fuhrer went to talk to the other tuffies that had joined him. The tall, teal unicorn with a red mane was Goebbels, his Talkie-Tuffy.
“Fuhwew.” He said, sticking his hoof up as his Fuhrer approached.
“Goebbews.” The Fuhrer said, “Mak’ suwe ‘ou wemind aww Hitwah’s pointie fwuffies dat dey gud fwuffies! An dat dey deserbe aww da skettis in da wowwd.”
“Yes, Fuhwew.” Goebbels said, and went off to carry out his orders.
The Fuhrer spoke with the three Commanders of his new army. The white unicorn with a green mane was named Brauchitsch, the Ground-Tuffy. The dark blue unicorn with a black mane was named Donitz, the Water-Tuffy. The green unicorn with a purple mane was named Goring, the Tree-Tuffy.
The Fuhrer spoke to each of them, telling them of their roles, and to begin amassing a big fighting force of strong unicorns to serve as the herd’s “Protectors”.
Each raised their hooves, and then departed, which left the Fuhrer’s last tuffy. The orange unicorn with a white mane, named Ribbentrop, was his Far-Way-Talkie-Tuffie, meant to speak with the other herds in the area.
“Wibbentwop, wat odah hewds say?” The Fuhrer asked.
Ribbentrop stood straight. “Wibbentwop tawk tu aww da smawties ob aww dah hewds. Dewe wewe wots many bwite times ago… buh nao dewe onwy a few. Dey aww com’ togeba.”
“Com’ togeba?” The Fuhrer said.
“Dah smawwer hewds aww com’ togeba to mak’ biggah hewds.” Ribbentrop said, “Da Gweat Pointie Hewd-“
“Pointie-Weich.” The Fuhrer corrected him.
“Sowwie Fuhwew. Da Pointie Weich been getting wid ob wingie fwuffies an’ earfie fwuffies, an dey been wunning way tu join hewds.”
“Wat hewds?” The Fuhrer asked.
“Weww,” Ribbentrop said, “Wewe da bwite-fing gu downsies, da wingie-fwuffies gu dewe. Wewe da bwite fing gu upsies, da earfies gu dewe. Dey hab dewe own smawty dat du wots ob tawking tu.”
“O’ weawwy?” The Fuhrer said, interested.
“Dey say Smawtie’s namie am Stawin, Jofwuff Stawin, an’ dey shawe aww dewe nummies.”
“Hmm…” The Fuhrer pondered. Another herd to rival his own, under a smarty named Jofluff Stalin? This would have to be dealt with, but carefully.
The Fuhrer looked up to him. “Gu to da Upsies hewd an’ tawk tu Smawty Stawin. Wan maek deaw.”
Ribbentrop stuck his hoof in the air. “Yes Fuhwew! Seeg haiw!” And ran off.
Within the next few days the balance of power among the many fluffies in the forest shifted. Around the new Pointy Fluffy Reich, other herds settled down. Many poopies were driven from their herds by pointie fluffies, and settled down in the nearby Poopieland. Beyond them, the Many Sharing Herds Together, were assembled, mostly by earth-fluffies under the stone-cold Smarty Jofluff Stalin. In the direction of the setting sun were the many pegasus fluffies and other refugees, under the name The Alliance.
As the Pointy army grew, it became clear the problem that they would pose for the future of the forest. Many fluffies throughout the trees held their breath. Hoping against hope that good fluffies would prevail, and that there would be peace.
It would not be.