The sun shone upon a little house on the outskirts of a very small town. It was 10am on the dot, and the young woman who lived inside was wide awake, and had been for a while. She leisurely sat at her kitchen table, sipping English Breakfast from a teacup and reading the morning news on her phone, and three colorful fluffballs chatted and munched kibble below.
The oldest, a brown earthie gelding with a black mane and tail, focused intently only on finishing his bowl. To his left, a yellow pegasus filly chattered on and on about her excitement for this new bright-times, barely able to hold still long enough to finish her breakfast. And, at the very end of the lineup sat a blue unicorn colt, who listened intently to his older sisterâs babbling, having finished his already.
It wasnât long before the woman finished her tea, standing up and clapping her hands together, getting the three fluffiesâ attention. Like obedient children, they sat down, turning to face her.
âWell, now that your mummahâs had her tea, itâs a wonderful morning. How about a morning walk, my darlings?â
The yellow pegasus foal wagged her tail much like an excited puppy, her wings buzzing in delight.
âYes, pwease, Mummah! Sqwink wuv wawkies! Wan go on wawkies! Pweeeease?â
The woman chuckled, reaching down for the yellow filly and scratching her gently between the ears. âI know you love your walks, Squink. But we have to see if your brothers want to as well, darling. What do I always say?â
âTogethew is bettew.â
"Good girl.
The gelding scratched his chin thoughtfully with a hoof, as he had seen his mummah do many times while thinking, and then nodded.
âChocobaww wouwd vewy much wike wawkies, Mummah Biwd.â
âSo polite! Well done. How about you, Foofy? Are you ready to try the coat so we can all go on walkies?â
The blue colt whined. It hadnât been long since Mummah Bird had finally gotten him used to the leash and collar, after many long hours, hu-huus and screams. It was vexing, but Mummah Bird knew full well that Foofy was the reluctant sort⌠and that he was likely abandoned from an abusive, forceful household. She could only imagine the terrible experiences Foofy must have had on his first walks, and thus was gentle, yet firm.
âNo wowwy, siwwy bwuddah! Coatsie keep fwuffy wawmsies wif huggies! Make fwuffy wook pwetty, tuu!â
Mummah Bird chuckled softly at Squinkâs encouragement.
âChocobaww nu wike weab Foofy awone. Coatsie wiww nu huwt Foofy, pwomise.â
The colt nodded, comforted by his siblingsâ encouragement. Mummah Bird, pleased, left to go get her fluffiesâ coats, and came back quickly.
âSquink, Chocoball? Show Foofy how the coats are nice and friendly, okay? Stand nice and still so I can get them on you.â
âOtay, mummah!â the two fluffies chorused.
It didnât take long until Chocoball was in his black and white overcoat decked with pompoms, and sat very politely, turning his head this way and that as if to pose.
âCoatsie feew wike best huggies. Keep Chocobaww wawm on wawkies!â
âOkay, Choco, good boy! Squink, are you ready, sweetheart?â
âYes Mummah! Am weady!â
And just like that, Squink was in her miniature pink overcoat, decked with ribbons.
âSu pwetty! Su wawmsies! Wuv!â
The hyperactive little pegasus pranced in circles, merrily skipping about before sitting next to her older brother.
âFoofy tuwn! Nu be scawedy!â
Foofy shivered, and closed his eyes, letting his mummah gently fit his hooves through the coatâs legholes, and gingerly loop his tail through the slot at the back. He waited, expecting the worst kind of pinching or yanking, but it never came. He felt something soft be pulled up over his ears, and opened his eyes.
âAw, Foofy! Your coat looks wonderful! What a handsome, good boy in his purple coat and hood!â
âBwuddah wook su pwetty! Nu huwties, wight?â
âFoofy bwavest fwuffy. Feews wike huggies?â
The blue colt walked in circles, admiring himself, shocked at the soft, gentle hug the coat seemed to be giving him. Not only that, but the coat really did feel like huggies, gently enveloping him in soft warmth. Wagging his tail, he looked first at his siblings, and then his Mummah, giving a sheepish smile to both.
âWell done, all of you. Letâs get your collars on, and then weâll go. Does everyone remember the rules?â
âStay cwose to Mummah Biwd and nu puww on weash.â
âGood, Chocoball!â
âNu gu into vroomy-munstah pwace unwess isâ otay tu cwoss!â
âRight, Squink!â
ââŚif haf tu make poopies or pee-pees, teww Mummah fiwst.â
âWhy yes, Foofy! Very well done. But does everyone remember the golden rule?â
âTWEET OTHA HOOMINS AND FWUFFIES NICE!â
The woman clapped, letting out what could only be described as a proud squeal as she pulled on her own coat.
âGood fluffies! And for being so well-behaved this morning, you all get a treat later. Spaghetti night has come early, and youâll get skettis tonight!â
Even the shy Foofy cheered at that, and the three fluffies and their proud Mummah Bird went out for a very nice walk that morning.
Whew! I hope my first writing here is decent. I know itâs kinda saccharine and for lack of a better word, fluffy, but I love these three idiots and I hope you guys do too.
