Waffle was the only member of the herd with a name. That made him special. At least, so he claimed.
Waffle had originally been a domestic fluffy, a beige unicorn and a beloved pet to a wonderful little girl and boy named Abbey and Adrien, until they had caught Waffle furiously grinding against Abbey’s favourite teddy-bear, leaving it completely soaked with a disgusting milky-white fluid.
Even after twenty rounds in the washing-machine, Abbey still couldn’t bring herself to touch it.
So Abbey and Adrien’s mom and dad had announced that Waffle was going to be ‘fixed’. But Waffle resented that, there was nothing wrong with him! What could they possibly have to ‘fix’?! Then they explained that it meant having his no-nos removed…
And frankly, Waffle would rather die.
So he escaped. One morning when Abbey and Adrien were leaving for ‘skool’, Waffle bolted out the door between their legs, disappearing into the dense wilderness of suburbia.
Of course, he’d started to regret it quickly, as his tummy grew hungry and his legs grew tired, and his heart longed to play with his beloved toys again (especially that teddy-bear)… but whether he wanted to go home or not, he couldn’t, as he didn’t even know where ‘home’ was anymore.
Soon enough he’d been picked up by the feral herd, and Waffle had seen it as a great opportunity for more 'enf’ing. Unfortunately nobody in the herd liked him because he had a beige coat, which they called ‘poopie’. Waffle didn’t think it was ‘poopie’, his family had always said he looked like ‘a little waffle’, and so the name had stuck, but now he was being told his coat was bad!
And so Waffle’s no-nos had gone ignored, as not a single mare was willing to mate with him, no matter how much he begged, whined, pleaded, bargained or cried.
Waffle was starting to hate the herd.
Upon arriving at the junkyard, Waffle had separated from the herd. Being the only one of them to come from a human home originally, he actually recognised a lot of the things in the junkyard. There were a lot of ‘car’, and a few ‘washy machines’, and more than a couple of ‘bi-so-kuls’.
Waffle was enjoying his trip down memory lane and feeling very smart for having recognised so many things… until he saw it.
The greatest thing a fluffy like him could see.
A huge white box, lying on it’s side, perfectly cuboid but with a slightly rounded front.
Humans called it a ‘fridj’, but fluffies knew it as a ‘nummy-box’! It was where humans kept all their food and drink, and sometimes even treats for fluffies!
Waffle stared up at the tipped-on-it’s-side fridge in awe, his long-hungry tummy giving a loud rumble as he dreamed of the possible goodies that lay inside. Cakes, candies, spaghetti… it could be ANYTHING!!!
Waffle thought about calling for the herd, so that they might finally respect him enough to let him have special-huggies with one of the mares… but decided against it.
The nummy-box was all his! That meant he could get nummies whenever he wanted! Maybe he could use convince some mares to offer up their no-nos in exchange for food, especially if their foals were starving…
Liking the idea more and more, Waffle waddled over to the fridge and found the door, with a funny word he couldn’t read emblazoned on it in cheap chrome-dipped plastic. He found the edge of the door, held closed by magnets encased in plastic, and deftly jimmied his horn into it, driving it between the magnetic strip and the body of the fridge.
Slowly, millimetre by millimetre, Waffle’s horn dug into the fridge door and eased it open. A not-nice smell came out, but Waffle ignored it. Everything in the junkyard had a not-nice smell, so he didn’t even register it. All he knew was that food was inside the fridge, and everybody knows food never goes bad!
Finally the fridge door was cracked just enough that Waffle was able to squirm and wriggle his way inside, his body holding the door open long enough for the rest of him to get in.
But something was wrong. There was no nummies inside the nummy-box! There was meant to be cakes and green leafy things and big red lumps of meat, but there was nothing at all! Nothing except some small puddles of murky greenish sludge, which gave off a really bad smell.
Waffle stepped further into the fridge to look around properly, certain there must be something inside… when he heard it.
WHUMP.
Suddenly the dim light of the fridge interior went completely dark as the door slammed closed, and Waffle found himself trapped.
“EEP! HEWP!” He squeaked and squealed, terrified of the sudden darkness. “WAFFWE STUCKIES! WAFFWE NU WIKE! WAFFWE WAN’ OWT! HEWP! HEWD, HEWP WAFFWE! PWEASE!!!”
Waffle struggled as best he could, but the door was stuck fast. He’d only just barely been able to open it before, and he was too panicked to know how to do it again. All he could do was squirm inside the narrow confines of the dark fridge and cry out for help, his voice growing increasingly weaker as he rapidly used up the ever-diminishing supply of air inside the fridge…
Meanwhile, outside the fridge, some of the herd were waddling past. They had seen Waffle heading off in this direction, but now couldn’t find him. One of them briefly caught sight of the fridge… but, not knowing what it was, completely ignored it and continued with the rest of the group, unable to hear Waffle’s desperate yet muffled cries from inside the large white box.
Waffle was never seen again.
