“Hey there fluffies”
he spoke quietly to the shadows of the room
It wasn’t easy for a fat old man to kneel down, but he managed it after a couple of grunts.
Two curious fluffies peeked out from their hiding places when they heard his pain. The little blue one squirted a line of piss when the old man locked eyes with him
“Ow, ow noes bwuddah! Him done seen us! Wun 'way bwuddah!”
But the purple soon-stallion stood his ground
“No wai bruddah. Dis hooman being nice. Me think dis hooman gud.”
The little blue was awestruck
“But! But…bruddah, dis hooman not come fwom here. Dis hooman Nu!”
Purple pony shakes his head
“Yup. Dat mean dis one diffwent”
An awkward standoff began between these two.
Each of them was an old man in their own societies.
Each of them had seen the darker side of their own species.
As the old farmer is already on his knees, the Purple stallion sits down in a similar way.
But pony knees aren’t meant to act like human knees so he falls over after a few seconds
“Dis not fun way to sit no ways!” the old purple screeches
The farmhand stifles a laugh, and lays over on his side, as though he were going to take a nap. With his head propped up on a fist, the farmhand can look this forceful fluffy in the eyes.
“What do I call you?”
The fluffy didn’t expect this question.
“Fwuffy am cawwed Bismawk. Wut yur naem?”
“I’m Farmer Bob. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
The fluffy smiled his biggest smile at this
“Weww hewwo fawmew Bawb!”
“Hello Bismark!”
The pony’s look turns adorably stern
“Bismawk nu fink you tell awwl de twueff, mistah Bob.”
“Oh? Okay, why is that?”
"Yu is…yu is…you is not wawnt heaw.
“You don’t get to make that choice.”
“Huu?”
“You didn’t hire me. I work for Mr. and Mrs. Dollarhyde.”
Bismark’s wittle…err…little eyes flashed black as he stabbed his eyes at Farmer Bob.
The purple stallion tried to stay aloof
“Mistuw, you gon hav sum big twubbles if you fink owah communidee gonna wun 'way jus 'cuz you scawin us.”
Bismark was perhaps the bravest fluffy to ebber…uh…ever, live.
“Bismark, I don’t intend to get in your way, but it’s going to happen. I was told to keep you fluffies in control!”
The fluffy tries to look nonplussed but he fails, weeping openly.
“I hate to mention it to you, Bismark”
says old Bob
“but I’m a whole lot bigger than you. And because of that, you’re going to do what I tell you to do.”
“NU!!!” shouted Bismawk
Nu ponee am gunna be yu swave! Nu Bismawk! Nu Bismawk’s Cabawwy! Nu Bismawk’s Naby! We fwuffehs am gon be woowews uf aww dah wand!
Bob stares at Bismark for a moment
o_O
“Rulers of the Land?”
“Yep! Eben woowews ub da hooowe wowd!”
“Oh. I see. Rulers of the whole world. Sure.”
“we is gown INBADE wossa ubbuh wands.” the old fluffy giggles
“Bismark, I really can’t let you go and Invade other people’s land.”
“Yu nu able to stob fwuffy awmy!”
“Are you kidding me? I can literally take a golf club to your army and eradicate it!?”
“AM TOO MANY TO KIWW!”
“Yeah, that’s what you think…”
The new farmhand had to run from room to room, floor to floor, smacking each and every fluffy that had dared to speak against him with his golf club,
but in the end there was finally peace.
In time the ponies forgot the words of Bismark
Farmer Bob was now the Overseer,
and life was good under his rule…
until it wasn’t good anymore.
