Fluffies, the great vermin, the walking locust, the babbling plague, however you want to call them stablished on your city, unlike the asphalt hell of the US, fluffies had it harder here fortunately, since available water on puddles and the like was limited most of the year and it was mostly visited by feral dogs or at least dogs who’s owner doesn’t give a fuck about what it does until it doesn’t return it was the same for food sources, they had to rely on plants to survive, if they did since there was no safe time for them to waddle around looking for food.
They could get water from broken tubes on the streets, since here the water service sucks it takes weeks for a leak to get repaired in the most half-assed way imaginable, so that was common but even with that in those zones was a constant flow of cars, people and dogs, so they were either ran over, eaten or just kicked.
And whenever it rains it’s just drowned idiots everywhere, foals, pregnant mares, stallions everything, since they nest in holes that easily collapse when raining you can imagine what to expect if you see funny colors on the dirt after a rainy day, holes in the streets are normal for us, and so are drowned fluffies in them, I feel bad for whoever has to pick those shits and clean their mess.
Since fluffies aren’t aware that being quiet was needed for survival they would often sing or talk while in their bad nesting spots and naturally some dog would go following what sounded like some words, only to find it’s dinner and that’s why it was normal to find fluffies torn in half or just half fluffy if it was still recognizable but carcasses were not a problem, here there’s always something willing to eat.
Sometimes a smarty is born and survives long enough to become an adult and die as the ridiculous worthless thing it is, the funniest thing you could get to see here with those things is a smarty trying to fight a hen with it’s little chicks following, it would stand in a menacing position with puffed cheeks in front of the hen and try to threat it to go away, the hen doesn’t give a shit and just puff up it’s feathers recognizing a threat for the chicks and warning it to fuck off, the smarty as the dumbest biological abomination it is, will charge at the hen to try and give it “sorry hoofsies” only to get pecked on the face, this repeats until the smarty’s face is half face and half red pulp, it turns to give “sorry poopies” and the hen as the top chain predator it is, pecks the intestines of the fluffy out through its ass, I would not believe it if I didn’t saw one of my grandma’s hens do the same to a young chicken, they peck just a bit but enough to ensure a slow death that will most likely take at least a day of feeling part of its intestine out and unable to shit, feeling only pain when it pushes to try and poop.
Of course we have abusers here too, thanks to the harsh conditions for wild life the fluffy population is controlled, and yet there is a considerable amount of shit factories, some ferals were gaslighted by the closet sadistics gaslighted in the fluffy way and literally, they are given hope when taken to a home, they end up in cages and awaiting for the great event, once a week people took the fluffies they gathered near a wide pit deep enough to make an adult human struggle to get out of, the fluffies are tossed in and bathed with gasoline just to be lit up, then people start throwing their trash since the main purpose of the event is to take care of their trash, people just chat among themselves with the screeing chorus on the background.
I personally prefer to use the good old stick to beat the hell out of any invading fluffy, or any fluffy in sight actually, it’s mind calming watch them fold under a firm hit, for the pregnant mares the community has put parsnip seeds on their gardens wich are used in known nesting places, leaving satisfactory results and one more hu-huuing former mother, being as stupid as a fluffy can be they don’t realize it is our feeding causing their miscarriages, so that’s how we keep them controlled around our houses, they always come from other zones or abandoned places, thank God their numbers are low nearby.
Notes
Yes I did saw the chicken with when intestines pecked out of its ass, even had to scare the hen away because it wanted to keep pulling.
And no I don’t beat animals in sight within or without my land, I just scare them away with noise, except the deadly green noodles those scare me.
No this is not some stereotypical way of describing mexico, I am mexican and utilized the place where I live as reference, the trash pit is real, without fluffies sadly.
I might need to leave the Netraris stuff aside and make just little stuff like this, I hope you like it