Miguel
Miguel sighed and opened the door. The house was dark. He stepped inside. He plopped on the couch, taking off his bag, and pulling out and opening a bag of chips.
Miguel is a college boy with fair grades and a fairly boring life. He owns a mother mare with two foals. The mother refused to feed one foal, and now it died. She has two remaining.
Lilly heard the sound of her dad resting and neglecting her nursing foals yet again, she ran to go see him.
“Daddeh! Daddeh! You bacc! Lilli miss yoo!” The fluffy yelled.
“Lilly, why don’t you go take your foals outside, daddeh has work to do.”
“Okah!”
Lilly ignored the whole baby part and walked out the open doggie door herself.
She looked around on the porch. She saw Miguel’s growing cactus. Spiky nummies.
Some grass. Grass? Nummies!
Lilly ran down the stairs, and forgot she was too small to go down them. Tumbling down the stairs, on the sidewalk, into the street, to the other side, into a random round contanier, away she went into the woods near.
“STOWWWWWWP! STOWWWWWWWP!” She yelled, rolling. “STOWWWWWWWWWWWWP!!”!
It had been an hour. The poor fluffy basically rocketed itself , painting the grass brown as it rolled.
Finally, she hit a tree. CLANG!
Lilly opened her ‘see-places’.
“… D-daddeh…? Pwease get Wiwwy, scawed.
Daddhe?”
The poor fluffy realised she rolled far away from home and ended up in a forest. She hadn’t eaten her dinner yet, and her foals were alone, at home.
She noticed blue, purple and pink mushroom beside another tree. Without thinking, she ran over and bit off every single head.
“Yummie nummie. Fwuffy thirsty naow!”
She went to a river to drink fish-scat infested water.
She ate grass for the rest of the hour, until…
“Fwuffy nao feel good…go sweepies.” Lilly said, as she laid her head down, she saw a dark shadow running towards her.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
“Daddeh!”
Miguel stood in panic, looking at his muddy fluff.
“Yoo nwu daddeh! Eek!”
I have things to do 