The brown foal shifted uncomfortably as his stomach growled from hunger, he looked up at his mother as she fed his two siblings, and with a soft voice, he dared to speak up.
“Mummah, can babbeh hab miwkies pwease?”
His mother turned to face him, eyes wide at the indignation of his request. She opened her voice to yell at him and…
“Of couwse babbeh, jus need wait wittew bit fow bwudda tu finish, he need mowe miwkies cos he am wittew babbeh.”
The brown foal looked on at his brother, a poor thing, tiny and green, about 2/3rds the size he should be. By all rights he should’ve been a runt and he did smell a bit funny, but mummah never seemed to notice.
“Ok mummah, babbeh wait.”
As the brown foal sat down to wait his turn, a loud voice boomed out from the edge of their alleyway home.
“HA! GOTCHA!”
Mummah and her five offspring all turned to the voice, marching towards them came a very tall, very thin man with a shiny bald head and an unkempt beard that reached almost to his belly button, he was wearing a dark khaki pair of cargo shorts, open-toed sandals and a hypnotics green T-shirt that said ‘Kill All Carnivores’, which might have meant something had the Fluffies known what a carnivore was, or had been able to read at all.
The Bearded Man marched over and pointed an accusatory finger at Mummah. “You heartless fiend, choosing to STARVE your own offspring just because of the colour of his skin. I cannot abide racism, in either humans or animals.”
“Bu mummah nu stawve babbeh, gun gib miwkies afta…”
“Spare me your lies you wretched beast, for I have seen your true colours and they are as black and revolting your soul.”
“Dat sound pwobomatic…”
“SILENCE! If you don’t wish to treat your brown child as fairly as your others, then you shall have no others.”
And The Bearded Man snatched Purple Sister and Yellow Sister off the ground before mummah could stop him.
“NU, GIB BAK BABBEHS! DEY TUU WITTWE FOW BAD UPSIES!”
“MUMMAH, HEWP!”
“SISSIES! HUUUHUUUHUUU!”
The brown foal reached up helplessly trying to save his sister, suddenly he heard a cry and his attention turned to his runt brother, thinking quickly he rushed over and tried to sooth the tiny green baby.
“Shh, it ok bwudda, babbehs am hewe.”
The bearded man stared at the two sisters in his hand and sneered at them. “Look, look at fat these overfed, privileged, nepo-babies are. I can feel their fatty folds pushing through my fingers.”
“Babbehs nu am fat, dey wight size fow babbehs of dat age.” Mummah justified herself with the truth, the foals were a healthy size for their age group.
“LIAR! You’ve gorged their gluttonous appetited but for no longer.”
With only the head of the two fillies peeking out of his hand, The bearded man crushed their bodied within his clenched fist. With the sudden crushing of their internal organs, the two fillies began vomiting out of one end and shitting out the other, and very quickly both ends turned to blood as they both died horrendous, agonising deaths.
The bearded man dropped their disfigured corpses to the concrete.
“BABBEHS! HUUUHUUUUU, am su sowwy babbehs, mummah twied.”
“Yes, you tried to save them more than you tried to feed your unwanted child. You make me sick.”
The bearded man’s attention turned to the brown foal, and the runt laying right beside him.
“Oh that is so typical of your kind. You let a disabled child live in this grimy world AND you forced the poop baby to look after it. Absolutely disgusting.”
The bearded man reached over to pick the green runt off, but the brown foal jumped forward and began smacking the man’s outreached hand.
“NU, weave wittew bwudda awone, babbeh wub bwudda.”
The bearded man effortlessly swatted the brown foal away. “It’s ok my child, you don’t need to listen to their Stockholm syndrome anymore, you don’t need to pretend you love this parasite.”
“Bwudda nu am pawasite, bwudda am gud babbeh.”
The bearded man ignored the brown foal and took the green runt from the nest, immediately he started shivering and peeping, all while mummah tried fruitlessly to climb up the man’s hairy legs to save his precious child.
“Pwease Mistah, nu huwt wittwe babbeh, nu du nuffin wong.”
“Nothing wrong? You gave your precious milk to a child who won’t even live long enough to appreciate it. You’re a goddamn monster.”
And with an almighty heft, The bearded man lobbed the green runt at the brick wall, instantly turning the child into less than a smear across the brick work.
“BWUDDA!”
“BABBEH! HUUUHUUUUHUUUU!!! WAI, WHA FAMIWY EBA DU TU YU! HATCHU MEANIE MISTAH, HATCHU!”
“I tried to help you, I gave you the greatest gift of all, a minority child. But if you are too lost in your bigoted ways to see the greatness I have bestowed upon you then you are truly lost.”
The bearded man gripped mummah by her scruff and lifted her off the ground.
“I do hope that in your next life, you will learn to love all of God’s creatures, no matter their shortcomings”
Without waiting for a response, The bearded man slammed mummah’s head against the wall and scrapped it across the roughed edged of the bricks. Mummah screamed for a while, but then slowly stopped until she was silent, when The bearded man dropped her to the ground, half of her skull had been removed, scrapped across the brick wall of her former home.
The brown foal sat in a litter of his own piss and shit, his hoofs covering his eyes as he tried to wish this nightmare away.
“Babbehs jus habben bad sweepies, babbeh jus habben bad sweepies, babbeh jus habben bad sweepies.”
Suddenly the brown foal was lifted off the ground and placed into the gentle embrace of The bearded man, an embrace that was still stained with the blood of the foal’s family.
“There there my little one…” The bearded man tried to tickle the foal’s belly with a blood soaked finger. “…it’s ok now, I have you, you never have to worry about an abusive family ever again.”
“Bu… famiwy nu aboosif, babbeh wub famiwy.”
“Oh dear, it seems the conditioning goes deeper than I thought. No matter, we’ll work through that together, oh yes my sweet brown baby, you and I will be the best of friends, and you shall never want for anything. Spaghetti dinners every night, more toys than you know what to do with, a special friend, hell a whole harem of special friends for your every beck and call, you’re going to have so many babies because you deserve to have your precious lineage preserved. And I will feed you and bathe you and hug you and love you and jerk you off and play with you and…”
As The bearded man rattled off all the wonderful luxuries the brown foal was to expect in his new life, all the foal could think about was how he didn’t want any of those fancies things.
He just wanted his family.