Toby was a fluffy.
A light green and blue pegasus fluffy.
Toby was napping when he heard his daddeh calling him.
“The spaghetti’s done, come and get it Toby!”
It was skettiday and that meant Toby would have sketties for dinner. Toby loved sketties.
But Toby’s legs didn’t want to work. Didn’t they know how much he loved sketties?
“Pwease weggies, cawwy Toby tu da sketties. Toby wan dem su muchies!”
Toby’s legs did not help no matter how hard he begged.
Toby started sniffling, tears dripping down his face.
“Weggies nu wub Toby? Toby am bad fwuffy? Huuhuuhuuu.”
Toby’s owner walked in.
“Toby, the spaghetti’s ready. Don’t you want it?”
Toby sobbed.
“Toby am twying, but weggies nu want hewp! Pwease cawwy Toby tu sketties, daddeh!”
Toby’s owner shook his head.
“I’m sorry Toby, but I’m not going to reward your laziness. Either come with me or you won’t get any spaghetti today and you’ll have to wait for next spaghettiday.”
Toby tried with all his might but his legs wouldn’t move.
Toby’s owner sighed and went to put away the spaghetti.
Toby broke down crying, his legs seeming to mock him from the jar of preservative fluid his owner had put them in after he’d pillowed Toby.
Author’s Note: This was inspired by @BFM101 's comment on fluffy assumptions.