The little foal awoke to the shoebox being opened, Joshua, the brother, looked down at the fluffy clearly disgusted at the sight of the foals broken leg.
“What the hell is she doing to you…” He said as he picked the foal up and went to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, he layed the fluffy on the counter and wrapped a small band-aid around the broken leggie. “I don’t know if this even does anything, but its worth a shot.” It indeed did little to no help, After the boy gave the foal some more milk from the kitchen, he put it back in the shoebox, gently pet it a few times, and as the little foal slowly fell asleep in his hands, he let go of him, and closed the shoebox.
2 WEEKS LATER
It had been 2 weeks since Cuteness was taken in by Lizzie, and it was winter break! Joshua had completely forgotten about the mare corpse in his room, and had to sneak the corpse out to the dumpster in the middle of the night, Lizzie noticed that Joshua had been acting suspicious the past week. He had been taking in injured animals and taking them up to his room, saying that he was going to “heal them”. But Lizzie never saw the animals leave his room, and Joshua never let her into his room when he was preforming “surgery”. Lizzie didn’t think of it too much, she just thought that he took the animals out during the night when she was asleep.
Cuteness opened his eyes during this week too, he had almost completely forgotten about his mummah and fully embraced Lizzie as his mummah, he was so small and defenseless. Lizzie loved him sooo much! they would have tea parties, run around, and watch fluff-tv together! the foal still could not talk much and could only form small little words, with chirping still its main way of communicating. He loved “mummah” sooo much. He would do anything for her!
It was the day before Christmas Eve, nobody was in the house at the time, Cuteness was left alone in Lizzies room, on the bed.
Lizzie and Joshua were the only ones aware of the foals presence in the house, they had managed to hide Cuteness very well, Joshua would always have to feed Cuteness milk whenever Lizzie was not in the room, as Lizzie didn’t understand that foals can’t really eat kibble! Lizzie was a terrible owner, there was no denying it. But who wouldn’t expect this? shes 7 years old taking care of basically a fluffy newborn. Joshua was really doing everything, feeding him, taking genuine care of him, he would even sometimes buy small blockies or blankets for Cuteness with his allowance money. The foal was definitely happier when Joshua was around.
Cuteness layed on Lizzies pink bed, he loved his mummah! He hated when they would play tho, she was always so rough when they played, and she always forced him to eat gross brown things that she would call “kibble”.
Cuteness ran around on Lizzies bed happily, nuzzling on the pink comforter, cheeping and peeping, he rubbed up and layed on Lizzies pillow, squeaking out a quick and cute “Wub mummah!” as he layed on the blanket.
About 20 minutes later, Cuteness felt a weird feeling in his stomach, he had to use the bathroom! He tried to climb down from the bed, but it was too high up! he could not reach the litterbox! he started panicking and cheeping rapidly, he didnt wanna make bad poopsies!
Cuteness ran in circles in fear, cheeping and peeping, his little hooves pitter pattering on the pink comforter as he ran and ran, unsure of what to do! He knew he had to go make poopsies but he couldn’t reach the litterbox! he didn’t want to make bad poopsies, he didnt want mummah to punish him!
The foal couldnt hold it anymore, and he began making bad poopsies on Lizzie’s bed! HOW COULD HE!?
The foal started sobbing and chirping out for his mummah… he silently whimpered faint cries, occasionally going “nuuu…” or “ba’ poopies…”
About one hour later, Lizzie returned to her room.
“Cuteness! I’m bad! let me give you huggies! lets play the rc car race again!” Lizzie said right before she entered her room, as she entered her room her smile immediately dropped, she was greeted with a sobbing half pink half shit-covered foal, and her bed with shit on it.
“CUTENESS!” She screamed as she closed the door, it was the first time the foal ever heard her mummah yell!
Lizzie picked Cuteness up by the leg and placed him on the dresser. “How could you do this? I thought you were a good fluffy! WHY!” She said as she placed her hands on her head, looking at her shitty bed.
Lizzie did not know what to do, it was the first time she was this mad! She picked up the foal and threw him into the showbox, it was a miracle that the blankets and pillows cushioned his fall, or it could have been much worse, the foal was now sobbing and crying out for his mummah.
"Cheepipipipipipip! huggies! cheeepipipipipipip! Mummaaahh!
“Be quiet!” She said as she slammed the shoebox shut and sealed it shut with scotch tape, before looking at her bedroom and beginning to cry.
Joshua entered the room and looked at the bed in disbelief, and gave Lizzie a weird look.
“Did you do that?” he asked with a stupid look on his face.
“No! It was my fluffy pony!” She said as she wiped the tears off her face. “Mom and dad are gonna take him away! and my bed will never be clean ever again!” she said as she closed her eyes.
“Um, well i’ll help you clean it I guess, moms out christmas shopping and you can just go downstairs and distract dad.” Joshua suggested as he scratched his head.
“Really? Thank you soooo sooo soo so so so much!!!” She said with a hopeful look on her face as she sniffled and wiped more tears off her face. “I guess…eugh.” He whispered as he walked over to the bed. Lizzie ran downstairs to go distract her dad.
“…eeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww…” Joshua said.