To the hugboxers out there: This foal was promptly given a significant helping of sketties, to which it greedily scarfed down. After eating, it comfortably rested for an hour on a soft pillow while being pet, before spending the next hour or so playing with its friends, before tuckering itself out. It was then cuddled with as it cooed adorably, until it peacefully fell asleep. It was then carefully tucked in under its favorite blankie, in its little bed for the night.
To the abusers out there: This foal was completely ignored for days on end, even as it began to incessantly chirp from the sheer pain of starvation. It was given water, though only so it could further suffer as it starved. It died correctly believing that nobody cared about it, in horrible agony from its mind-racking hunger pangs, alone, cold, and weeping its little eyes out, in a dark corner of the house that nobody cared enough to check for weeks.
I came up with a little story based on the story of hugbox: a tiny foal, thanks to its soft pink down, grew up as a favorite of its mother mare. Because of this, when the owner bought it, he was already very demanding and selfish. Despite the fact that he still had no teeth and could only eat milk, he demanded spaghetti from the owner every day. The owner warned him that he was too small to eat solid food, but the foal did not listen to him. The foal insulted him, tried to bite him and deliberately shat on his shoes and smiled smugly, because at least the owner did not dare to punish him in any way because of his tiny fragile body. As a result, the owner gave him spaghetti. The selfish and arrogant colt eagerly pounced on them. He didn’t have teeth to eat properly, and his stomach wasn’t ready for solid food, but he continued to eat spaghetti anyway because he didn’t want to admit that his “dummy daddy” was right. As a result, the foal’s digestion failed and he was poisoned. He began to heal, rot and experience uncontrollable pain every second. The foal screamed, cried and got angry, blaming “dummy daddy” for everything. As a result, his weak, tiny vocal cords were severed, and his body rotted to such a state that he could no longer move. The owner thought that the foal had died and therefore threw it in the trash, since after living with the foal, which his mother had the “best baby”, he no longer felt even a drop of love for him. But despite everything, the foal was still alive, suffering in silent agony. As a result, the foal met its end when it was slowly and alive eaten by rats. The End.
