Small Hugbox story of two brothers making their way in the world.
“Huwwy Petew! Nu be dummeh fwuffy, wun fastew!”
“Huuuu nu caww fwuffy dummeh, am twyin! Petew nu make gud wunnies!”
Your brother was being slow again. At this rate you’ll never make it to the Nummie Cave! Your herd gathers food from a cave in the woods, and you’re finally old enough that you could tag along with the nummie finders to go find nummies. Unfortunately, you don’t get the nummies. You and your brother are poopy fluffies. Your daddeh used to be smarty, but he went forever sleepies many bright times ago. One of his tuffies betrayed him. Allowed him to eat baww nummies the tuffy knew would give him worstest sickies. Then your daddeh was dead. Suddenly the new Smarty decided that poopy colored fluffies “onwy gud fow num poopies an gib gud feews wen mawes nu wan speshaw huggies.” That’s how you’d been allowed to tag along to the cave. They needed someone to come along and do things they didn’t want to do, whether it was numming things that don’t taste pretty when they’re in the way, giving licky cleanies to the good fluffies so they don’t get too dirty, and sometimes even…relieving their urges.
But no more. You aren’t letting your brudda go through that when he gets older. Mummah tried to protect you but the smarty gave her sorry hoofies until one of her see places fell out. Now mummah doesn’t say much of anything.
But your plan is foolproof. When you were at the nummy cave, you noticed a smaller cave nearby. Small, but dry and with enough space to keep two tired and scared fluffies out of the rain. You and your brother can live there, laying low with easy access to nummies while he grows. Then, when you’re both big and healthy you can leave the mountain and find somewhere you won’t be forced to num poopies.
You and Peter kept up the pace, despite his complaining. Soon, you could see the Nummie Cave. Your brother hadn’t been there before, so he wasn’t prepared for the majesty of it all. The whole cave (which was big enough that you could have your brother on your back without hitting the ceiling) was vibrant and alive. The soft Mushy Nummies that the herd loved so much were plentiful and seemed to be popping out of every gap in the various lichens and mosses that coated the walls. At the top was a hole, very far away, and down that hole every once in a while would come fruity nummies! Apples, pears, you name it! If you let them sit too long before numming, you get sickies. But they taste suuuu good!
“Is aww dis weawwy fow Petew an Bwian?” You give your brother a hug. “Ob cowse. Nao wets gu fin udda cave fow make gud nesties.” You and your brother trudged up the hill towards the opening you’d seen, futures uncertain, but never more optimistic.