Lizzie had just recently gotten home from school, She rushed into her home, tossed her jacket onto the ground and ran up to her room to go play with her dolls, as she entered her room, she saw the dogfood on her dressed and suddenly remembered the little foal! She ran to the shoebox and opened it up, and was greeted with the sleeping fluffy.
“Hi cuteness! I’m sooo sorry I forgot to take you out!!” She said happily as she pulled the foal out, waking them up, the foal began chirping in confusion. Chirping quietly calling out for its mummah.
“Lets go play toys now! How about a tea party?” She said as she placed the little foal on her tea party table, she grabbed a few dolls and sat them down on the chairs, pretending to give the foal and all her dolls a cup of tea.
The foal was not frightened, just confused and slightly startled. But he was not fearing that he was in danger, After a few minutes, Lizzie got bored and grabbed the foal, putting him on the dresser.
“My brother has all the coolest toys ever that you’d like, so i’m gonna go get some of his toys! I hope he’s not in his room, wish me luck, Cuteness! I’ll be right back!” She exclaimed as she ran out of her room and into her brothers room.
As Lizzie entered the room, she noticed a fowl stench, she was visibly disgusted and quickly grabbed the dusty rc car on the shelf, that clearly was not played with for at least a year, she ran out of the room, not hearing the faint cries for help coming from the closet.
She walked back into her room, brushed the remote control car off and placed the car down, holding the remote in one hand. “I hope it still works!” She said as she began giving it a test drive, and it indeed worked! It was actually in quite good condition from not being touched for a while, just needed to be dusted off.
The foal cheeped and peeped as Lizzie put him on the ground in front of the rc car. “Okay, Cuteness! Lets have a race! Lets see if you can beat the fastest car in alll of the wooorld! I’m gonna give you a headstart and put you ahead of the car, just so its fair!” She said as she giggled and held the remote in her hands.
“Three…Two…One…Go!!” She yelled as she began driving the car right into the foal.
As the car hit the foal he began cheeping and chirping in a panic, starting to cry, the evil vwoom vwoom munstah was attacking him!! He attempted to waddle away but the car toppled over him and fell on its side. Lizzie quickly picked the car back up and kept driving. “Come on, Cuteness! Why aren’t you running? I gave you a headstart! bad cuteness! bad bad bad bad!” She said, clearly frustrated at the distraught foal.
The foal began making scaredy poopsies on the floor, attempting to waddle away to someplace safe. “Nooo! I just cleaned! Bad Cuteness! No more playtime for you!” Lizzie yelled as she picked the foal up and placed it on the dresser once again.
“Since the sorry box didn’t teach you anything, I’m gonna go ask some help on the internet!” She said as she walked over to her tablet and and searched up “Best wya to puniswh a fluffy pny” Unimportant, but she had SEVERAL typos, yikes!
Results varying from “Cut its head off” to “Gently ask them to stop” popped up on the screen, she went with the first result. Which talked about a sorry stick, the problem was that she didn’t have a sorry stick! So she had to improvise.
She began hitting the fluffy with her hand, rolling the fluffy around on the dresser. The fluffy was screeching and cheeping violently, he didn’t know why the meanie lady was hitting him, he just wanted his mummah back!
“Bad cuteness, bad!” She said with a mean look on her face as she kept hitting. Suddenly, Lizzie hit a little bit too hard, and the little foals leg snapped in half.
CRACK!
SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!
The little foal began screeching and chirping profusely, he sobbed and sobbed and began shitting on the dresser. He had to escape the meanie lady!
“Oh no! what did I do? You have to be quiet, or my parents will hear!” She frantically said as she picked the foal up and rushed over to the shoebox.
“JOSHUA!! WHY IS THERE RED STAINS ON THE CARPET? DID YOU SPILL THE GOD DAMN HAWAIIAN PUNCH AGAIN?” Lizzie’s mom yelled from downstairs, clearly upset at her son. Lizzie quickly rushed to the door and closed it.
“I’m sorry Cuteness! why are you crying!? Don’t cry! Mommys here…” Lizzie said softly trying to comfort the foal, bringing the foal closer to her and petting him softly with one finger, this only frightened the little foal more, as she was the entire reason his leggie wasnt working in the first place! The foal squirmed and wiggled in his "mummah"s grasp. Lizzie quickly grabbed one of her pink barbie blankets and put it in the shoebox, placing the foal in it.
“You have to be quiet! or else mommy will hear you and take you away! I don’t want her to take you away! Please just stay quiet while I go and get you some food! Pleaaaase be quiet! Please… Please…” She kept asking as she closed the shoebox, leaving the injured foal alone, in complete and utter darkness.
The little foals cheeping and peeping slowly began getting quieter and quieter as he fainted from the shock and pain…