[A/N: Short one for now - main character will get obliterated sooner or later 
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You are a fluffy!
You are a colt - almost a big fluffy!
The herd has been doing a big fight with the herd on the other side of the wawas for… forever now. Your herd wants their herd’s land.
Smarty is loud and always upset. But today, he asked all the mummahs with colts to come to the Talkie Tree!
The Talkie Tree is where Smarty does all his important talkies. You womder what he has to say…
“Fwuffies! We wosin’ fite wif udduh hewd, nee’ stwong boy fwuffies fo’ fite! Smarty gib yoo aww wowdies-gwoup, if yoo wowdie-gwoup get picked neks bwight-time, yoo go fite!”
Smarty put you in the Sketty Group with your bestest friends!
“Hewwo! Wha am fite?”
“Wike gib sowwy-hoofsies?”
“Nu knyo. Fite am bad, wite?”
Your friends have mixed opinions on this big fight - some think it’s cool and makes them stallions, some think fighting is scary, some think Smarty should do it if he wants land that bad.
All the fighting you’ve seen is just for funsies - light sorry-hoofsies and maybe sorry-poopies if someone was a bad fluffy.
Smarty is talking - ‘Grassies group, Toysies group’…
Sketties group! That’s you guys! You hope you don’t get yicky sorry-poopies - but fighting’s never that yucky!