Petey hated the outside.
It was cold, not cold enough to really start hurting, but cold enough that he was in a constant state of discomfort.
“Huuuuu, wan wawm housie, wan beddy, wan toysies….wan mummah..” Petey wandered the area by the pond aimlessly, he knew he had to find…something. Petey hadn’t ever had to find anything real before, once he and Mummah had played hide and go seek, but that never lasted this long! His stomach ached, even though it hadn’t been that long since he last ate, Petey was used to always having access to his food.
“Need wook fo’…Need wook fo’ nummies an wawm pwace, need make…need make nestie!” Filled with new determination, Petey set forth in a brand new aimless direction, just knowing he would find what he needed. Surprisingly, he would, a nice bush with a little hollow that he could crawl in. It wasn’t much warmer than the outside, but it was a bit better.
“Petey find bestest nestie, make soft and wawm!” Petey began to carry leaves to his new home, he prioritized the red ones because they reminded him the most of Mummah’s not-fluff. By the end, he was panting and could barely stand, carrying so many leaves was exhausting for a plump house fluffy. He looked up, and saw the sky was also a pretty color now too, not quite the same as Mummah’s not-fluff, but close! “Pwettiest cowows, hav heawt happies…huuuu, miss mummah…” Petey watched the sky for a little bit longer before crawling into his new nestie, hoping it was just as warm and soft as his old bed.
As it turns out, a bush in the fall is actually not very insulating, nor is a bed of leaves, nor is a fluffy’s fluff. Petey curled up as tight as he could, but the cold wouldn’t go away. His new bed also wasn’t very soft, the red leaves, while very pretty, where crunchy and fell apart when he tried to lay on top of them. He cried for a bit because of that, but he still tried to make it work. He also had gathered a pretty small amount of leaves, so his body spilled outside of his makeshift bed, sitting right on top of the cold ground, sapping more of his heat away. His teeth chattered, and he shivered uncontrollably.
“Huuu, nu wike cowdies, nu wike pwetty beddy, wan owd beddy, wan wawm housie…wan mummah…” Petey cried to himself, hating every second of his new life. He was so hungry as well as cold, but it was dark now and scary, so he hid in his nest hoping it would somehow become warm and soft. “Nu faiw, Petey am gud fwuffy, gud fwuffies nu get cowdies an huwties, get bestest nummies an bestest wawm housies…nu faiw, huuhuu…” Petey tried to sleep, but the hunger and cold kept him awake, and he kept muttering to himself, until he started to get mad. He didn’t deserve this! He was a good fluffy! Mummah must have..Mummah must have made a mistake! He felt so sad and angry, but his desire to listen overrode his questioning of Mummah, and instead his anger was directed at the environment around him. He crawled out of the nest, looking at the dark forest with as much hate as he could have, his cheeks puffed and his face wet with tears, he began to throw a tantrum.
“GU WAY COWD! GU WAY DAWKIES! PETEY NU WIKE YU! PETEY AM BESTEST BWAVEST FWUFFY! GUD FWUFFIES GET BESTEST SOFTEST BEDDIES AND WAWM HOUSIES! GU WAY! WEAVE PETEY AWONE!” He screamed into the dark, stamping his hooves as hard as he could, he knew he had to be terrifying, and that surely it would change whatever was making it so cold and dark, and he would be nice and warm and have nummies again!
Instead, there was silence, Petey stared out into the dark, his anger and energy depleting, until the cold came back, but this time, Petey was also afraid. The forest was so dark, and so scary. Petey backed up until he thought he was in his nestie again, and shook with cold and fear as he stared into the darkness.
An owl hooted.
“SCREEEEE! MUNSTAH! NU HUWT PETEY! PETEY AM GUD FWUFFY!” Petey let out a stream of scaredy poopies, covering his nest, and he turned in a circle trying to find somewhere to hide. He ended up curling up again, covering his eyes with his hooves and crying, blubbering and sniffling, laying in a pile of his own poopies until the morning came.
“Huuu, Petey made bad poopies in nestie, hab poopies on fwuff, huuu, nu wike!” It was morning, and luckily it hadn’t gotten cold enough to cause any real danger. His nest was covered in poopies, and his belly fluff had a good amount stuck to it now after he had laid in it all night. Crying again, Petey crawled out of his nest and tried his best to get the poopies off of him. He tried rolling in some leaves, rubbing his belly against a root, pushing the dried poopies off with his hooves, and remarkably had some success, there was still a few spots of dried poop stuck to him, but it was enough that he didn’t feel too gross. As for his nestie, he did the one thing he knew always worked, he left it alone. He knew that if he was away from bad poopies for a while, they would go away eventually, that’s how it always worked!
“Su hungwy, have wowstest tummy huwties, need nummies, huuuu” A new challenge had come however, and Petey had absolutely no idea how to overcome it. He began to do what had worked when he needed a nest, he wandered aimlessly. Looking in bushes, under trees, he did his best to find food, but it just wouldn’t come out. Petey cried again as he walked, tears and snot dripping down his face as he walked. His legs hurt now too, his squishy hooves were used to rugs and carpets, nice soft ground that he could run around all day on, not this hard and cold ground. But he trudged on, hunger compelling him to keep looking.
But he still couldn’t find any food, so he kept wandering, crying, and feeling sorry for himself. Until, he heard something. It sounded like voices, fluffy voices! “Nyu fwends? Petey find fwuffies!” Petey set off with renewed energy, marching towards the sounds until he climbed over a small hill, and before him was a small herd of fluffies! Petey had never seen so many before, in fact the most he had ever seen was one or two when he was watching the TV, but these one’s were real! He wandered down to the herd, seeing a purple fluffy hugging two babies and singing a mummah song .
“Hewwo! Fuffy am Petey! Babbahs am Pwetty, wan be Peteys fwend?”
The purple fluffy jumped at his sudden introduction, and looked at Petey with surprise, until her eyes started welling up with tears.
“Huuuu, Nuuuu! Petey need gu way! Nu fwend! Mummah need pwotect babbehs fwom meanie smawty, Huuuu!” The mummah looked at petey, before glancing at a spot on the ground, then turned around and curled around her foals, crying and promising them they would be safe. Petey looked to the spot she glanced, at, and saw a smear of red with tufts of green sticking out, he didn’t know what it was and was now upset at the mare so he didn’t think too much about it. “Huuuu, Wai fwuffy be meany, onwy wan be fwends, Petey nu am bad fwuffy!” But he still left her alone. However, Petey found that every fluffy treated him a similar way, crying and telling him to go away. Petey was so sad, he now was crying as he tried to make friends, which only mad things worse. He sat down in despair, not understanding why the world was so cruel, when he heard a loud yell behind him.
“WAI DUMMEH HEWD SO WOUD? SMAWTY AN TOUGHIES TWYIN TO HAB NUMMIES!”
Petey turned, and saw…a green fluffy, with a blue mane, flanked by two other fluffies, one blue, the other yellow. The blue and yellow fluffies were big and looked mean, and the green fluffy looks super mad! But Petey was determined to make friends, and these new fluffies could maybe be them.
“Um, hewwo! Am Petey, am gud fwuffy! Pwease be nyu fwend, Petey su hungwies, hab wowstest tummy owies, need nummies, huuu…” Petey approached the new fluffy, hoping to give him a hug and make a friend, when suddenly a hoof smashed into his nose, knocking him back. “OWWWIES HUUUHUUUU! WAI HUWT PETEY! PETEY AM GUD FWUFFY! GUD FWUFFIES AM FO HUGGIES AN WUV NOT HUWTIES HUUUU!”
“WAI DUMMEH FWUFFY AM GWEEN? SMAWTY AM BESTEST GWEEN FWUFFY WIF BESTEST PWETTIEST GWEEN FWUFF! NU ODDAH FWUFFIES AM GWEEN ONWY SMAWTY!” Petey’s tantrum was interrupted by the new fluffy screaming and stamping his hooves, spit flew from his mouth as he stared at Petey with rage. “GU WAY DUMMEH FWUFFY! SMAWTY NU WAN GWEEN FWUFFIES! GU WAY OW GET WOWSTEST SOWWY HOOFIES AN FOWEVEH SWEEPIES!”
Petey began to shake with fear, but he didn’t run, his need for love and huggies and food were too much. “Nuuuu, Nu gib huwties! Pwease Smawty, am gud fwuffy! Pwease hewp Petey! Petey nu am bad, Nu wan be meany, pwease smawty pwease! Huuhuuuu…” Petey began to cry and beg, desperate to avoid pain, laying on the ground pathetically as he blubbered and pleaded with the smarty.
The Smarties expression changed, however, from rage to a very mean looking grin. “Hmmmm, if dummeh Petey wan stay wif hewd, den dummeh Petey nu can be gween! Dat means….Dat Petey nu can hab gween fwuff! Toughies! Take dummeh Petey’s Fwuff!” With that, the two big fluffies approached. “Nyu dummeh fwuffy howd stiww, toughy gun take fwuff naow…” Petey screamed and tried to back away, but one of the toughies jumped on top of him, holding him down with his forelegs.
“NUUUU! NU TAKE PWETTY FWUFF! MUMMAH WUVS PETEYS PWETTY FWUFF! PWEASE NU TAKE! PWEASE PWEASE PWEASE!” But the toughies didn’t listen, without care of precision, they began to bite onto Petey’s fluff, ripping tufts out, often times ripping out skin as well. “SCREEEEE NUUUU! OWWIES! WOWSTEST HUWTIES! PWEASE NU MOW HUWTIES! PWEASE GIV HUGGIES SO HUWTIES GU WAY! PETEY AM GUD FWUFFY! PWEASE! MUMMAH HEWP PETEY SCREEEEEEEE!” But the toughies still didn’t stop. One grabbed hold of his mane with his teeth, pulling out a larger chunk, this time a good amount of skin came with it. Petey’s all green body was now covered with patches of raw skin showing, blood was beginning to drip down from the torn skin as well. “NU WAN! PWEASE PWEASE! NU MOW HUWTIES PWEASE PWEASE PWEASE SCREEEEE!” Petey began to thrash and fight as best he could, he had no idea how, so his movements were little more than waving his legs around and trying to push the toughies off of him. He was able to get a lucky hit, striking the yellow toughy on his soft belly. “TUMMY HUWTIES! Wai gib toughy sowwy hoofies huuu, Toughy am gud fwuffy! Take sowwy hoofies meany!” With that, the toughies began to beat Petey as they kept ripping his fluff out. Petey screamed and cried as the blows rained down on him, striking him on his sides, his legs, his face.
“SCREEEEE! NU MOW HUWTIES! AM SOWWY FOR SOWWY HOOFIES PWEASE PWEASE NU MOW”
“TAKE WOWSTEST WEGGIE HUWTIES DUMMEH!”
CRACK
“NUUU WEGGIE HAB WOWSTEST HUWTIES! NU MOW PWEASE, PETEY AM GUD FWUFFY, PWEASE GIB HUGGIES”
“SHADDUP DUMMEH, TAKE WOWSTEST SOWWY HOOFSIES”
The toughies kept coming, Petey felt snaps in his sides, his legs, and back. One strike hit his face, knocking some of his teeth out. Blood began to drip out of his mouth, and his cries became quieter, his thrashing weakened, and he simply lay there, begging for the hurt to stop as the last of his fluff was torn away.
“Huuuuuu, Petey hab wowstest huwties, pwetty fwuff am gone, nu am hansum fwuffy foh Mummah nu mow, huuuuu.” The Smarty looked down at Petey, his mean smile still on his face. “Dere! Naow dummeh Petey am pawt of hewd! Dummeh Petey bwing Smawty an Toughies bestest Nummies at bwite times ow get wowstest huwties gain!” With that, the smarty and the toughies left, going back to their nests. The other fluffies who watched looked at the broken body of Petey sadly, but all were too scared to give him hugs, they too retreated to their nests for the coming night. Petey simply lay there, wheezing and crying, trying to wish the hurts away.
“Mum-hack-mah…Mum-hack-mah…Mum-hack-mah…” He couldn’t move, his legs were hurting too much, all he wanted was his Mummah back, but every time he tried to call her name, he coughed out more blood, staining the ground in front of him. He felt so cold and tired, and the pain wasn’t going away, as it got dark, he felt his eyes grow heavier and heavier, but for some reason he didn’t want to sleep. He was shaking uncontrollably, and each shudder brought new waves of pain from his injuries. The cold felt like it was coming from inside of him, and it just wouldn’t go away.
Petey remembered when he first opened his eyes, it was one of the few things he did really remember. He was in Mummah’s hand, and he had looked up, the first thing he saw was here not-fluff, it was the prettiest red color, so pretty, and he remembered how she smiled at him, called him the handsomest and prettiest baby that there ever was. She had hugged him so tightly, he fell in love right there, and his love never wavered. Now, as he lay on the cold ground, he saw how some of his boo-boo juice had splattered over a torn tuft of his fluff, and he thought of him, all pretty and green, with his mummah all pretty and red. as his eyes closed, the cold night embracing him, he thought of one thing.
Petey Loved his Mummah.