Two of the herd, a mare and her special-friend, were waddling around trying to find something to eat. They hadn’t had much luck, until they turned a corner and the mare spied something.
It was some old electronic device, it was impossible to tell anymore what exactly it had once been. It had been reduced to a cracked LCD screen, a shattered circuitboard, a dented battery and a tangled mass of colorful wires.
But it was the wires that caught the mare’s attention in particular.
“WOOK!” She cried. “SKETTIES!”
She galloped towards the pile of electronic trash and immediately bit down on several of the colorful wires at once, gnawing and chewing at their rubbery plastic coating. Her partner tentatively nibbled one, but recoiled at the foul, greasy taste.
“Dis nu wook wike sketties.” He muttered, giving the mangled heap of electronic junk a jab with his hoof. “Nu taste wike sketties neibah.”
“Nu cawe!” The mare replied around a mouthful of half-chewed wires. “Sketty awways gud! Cos it sketty!”
The stallion found it hard to argue with that logic.
Then it happened.
The mare’s blunt teeth managed to gnaw their way through the plastic sheath covering one of the wires, cutting through it just enough that her drooling, slobbering jaws made contact with the gleaming copper wire inside.
There was a suddenly flash of light, a brief shriek from the mare, and a crash as she fell to the ground, a thin wisp of black smoke rising from her mouth.
“SPESHUL-FWIEND!” Her partner squealed, dashing over to her side. Her eyes were wide and staring, but she wasn’t breathing anymore. A thin trickle of drool came out of her gaping mouth, and then all was still.
All except for the stallion, who turned in furious rage to look at the tangled heap of electronics.
“YOO HUWT SPESHUL-FWIEND!” He cried through tears of rage. “DUMMEH SKETTIES HUWT FWIEND, GIB BIGGEST OWIES! FWUFFEH GIB OWIES BACK!!!”
He charged fowrards and tackled the heap of junk, headbutting it… which only resulted in bashing his head against a heap of jagged plastic parts. He tried stomping it, but this only got his hoof tangled in the wires. He then began jerking wildly as he tried to free himself, while also stomping on the mass of gadgetry to teach it a lesson.
The stomping and kicking and jerking around wasn’t enough to free the fluffy, but it was enough to dislodge part of the towering pile of scrap metal it was part of. With every wild flail the fluffy made, the pile teetered a little more, first one way, and then the other.
Then, with one final almighty tug, the heap tipped over.
The fluffy was briefly aware of everything going dark, and he had only just enough time to turn before seeing the towering mass of sharp scrap metal junk come cascading down towards him.
He let out a brief ‘SCREE-’ before he was completely buried.
Jagged pipes, sharp-edged metal sheets, old tangles of rusty barbed wire, and heavy lumps of steel rained down upon his body, beating, skewering, stabbing and crushing the stallion, along with his mare’s corpse.
The scrap-valanche concluded with a few clatters of old tin cans rattling away, and once more, all was still.
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