The micro fluffy continued to scream upon waking up from the anesthesia. The poor thing was trapped in some sort of looping frenzy . Zoey desperately tried everything she could to free it from the cycle. But no matter what she tried the result was the same. She knew what she had to do . Zoey hated having to put fluffies down . She readied the euthanasia syringe. With a quick poke the syringe was empty. The fluffy was still screaming long after the time frame of usual death. It was as if the fluffy being kept alive by an outside force.
Zoey was not above punishing fluffies with psychological methods but she didn’t enjoy hurting them physically or mentally. The thought of snapping its neck crossed her mind but she feared it wouldn’t actually die. It was Zoey’s moral responsibility to put the fluffy out of its misery but the looming thought of it continuing to live after the fact made her violently sick. But it was a chance she had to take. With the flick of her scalpel Zoey severed the fluffies brain stem. The micro fell still and silent. Zoey then placed the mico in a solution of acid to completely dissolve the remains .Zoey steadies her breathing and turns to Vicky
“Get that thing off the property now!”
Vicky was taken aback by the tone in her younger sister’s voice but complied non the less as the propriety was in Zoey’s name. Vicky placed the slug like creature in a metal tin and set off to dispose of it.
Vicky took the creature to sijame palace an abandoned brothel and a spot known for having a high concentration of feral fluffs and released it from the tin. Whatever happened now would fall on the ferals . An obese pink fluffy was chasing after a deformed chirpy . Vick picks up the frightened creature and holds it close.The obese fluffy snorts
“Dummy hooman mawe gib smawty back enifie ugwy munsta babbie!!!”
Vicky gently places the foal in her shirt pocket and then tosses the smarty in the truck bed like a sack of potatoes. Vicky comforts the chirpy as best she can on the way home. All the while the smarty screams as he’s tossed about the truck bed. She reaches the property about half an hour later. Lorna greets you at the gate.
Vicky explain to her about the fluffy in the truck bed and what he did. Lorna calmly grabs the pink fluffy who is covered in whelps and cuts
“I think I’ll have a chat with our guest.”
Lorna takes the pink fluffy to the rickety shed on the opposite side of the property. Vicky entrusts the foal to Zoey who after what happened today needs this. Zoey has tears streaming down her face as she dropper feeds the foal and gently burps it with her pointer finger. The bright purple chirpy nestles its bulbous and a lopsided head against Zoey’s chest suckling its misshapen hoof.