You’re a floofy pone.
You’re sitting next to a creek when you notice, floating downstream, a small paper boat with a chirpy foal in it.
“CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP!”
You turn to announce this observation to the rest of the herd.
“ITTY BITTY BABBEH! ITTY BITTY BOAT!”
A mare runs over, gaping in horror at the poor foal floating away helplessly.
“FWUFFY NU BEWEEVE IT!”
“HABEEB IT!” you shout, desperate to get the mare to respond to this terrible turn of events and assist you in rescuing the chirpy foal. Wawa is bad for babbehs, after all.
Suddenly, Smarty bursts out from the bushes and gestures at his newest contribution to the herd: a packing crate full of Twinkies, turned into both nourishment and shelter.
“TWINKIE HOUSIE!”
Then a toughie smacks the shit out you with his hoof for no apparent reason.
