Nothing says “Anguish” like being a fluffy mummah with foals to feed on winter, unable to go out and watch them starve or freeze to dead.
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Nah see it’ll all be ok. She told the cold to go away, it’ll be fine now.
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Man, you do a hell of a job drawing fluffies in distress!
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Smoll mummah.
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i wonder if she curls down it’ll warm the babbehs better ;~;
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“Have no fear, I’ll make the cold go away!”
(I set the cardboard box on fire)
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Poor thing, we gatta get her to a shelter. At the very least her and her babies are mostly good colors.
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Ah. The “slump”. It’ll be the position she assumes when she’s dead.
Nada mejor que el SadBox 
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Well, they’re sadly doomed. Oh dear! Sleep well, little ones.
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A sad thing to see 
by tom few of the foals be dead or all of them including the mother.
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your art is literally the funniest <3
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Don’t worry, I’ll let you in and give you nummies <3
Almost as good as Christmas morning…Almost
Time to order your babies by edibility.
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The lone feral dies, the herd survives.
I just had an idea and anyone can ru with it. Boxes that are coated with fluffycide,harmless to humans but lethal to fluffies that try to use it as shelter.
She will pass due to hymophermia sad life as a feral fluffy.
Another nameless feral, dying to winter. Just another one of the many, yet to every single freezing fluffy it is a personal tragedy.
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Idiot mammuhs freezing to death in an alley never gets old, especially if they’re runaways!
… truly horrifying concept, in any other context, hah.
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