- Yum! Gwassies! Fwuffie wuv yummy gwassies! - the young fluffy plucked a spring dandelion with visible pleasure and began to chew the juicy plant, - Fwuffie wuv nummies!
Next to him, in the same dandelion field, grazed the rest of the herd of fluffy animals. Bright patches of multicolored fur were clearly visible on the spring green: two adults (male and female), a pair of teenagers, and a trio of small spots on the back of the fluffy sow - dozing in the warm down of the “mummah”. It was a pastoral picture. And judging by the fatness and mood of the animals, the fluffies had not been in trouble all spring. Most likely, during the cold season, they quietly holed up in the sheds of the nearby equestrian club (fortunately, the size of the herd and the age of the growing generation of multicolored pests just corresponded to this assumption).
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Yum! Chomp-chomp! Fwuffie wuv gwassies! - puffing bubbles from its green-smeared mouth, the yellow animal munched juicy dandelions.
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Sissy wuv gweenie nummies! - a second young animal followed him, shaking its ears joyfully and waving its fluffy pink tail, - Gweenie nummies am dah bestes’ nummies!
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Gweenie nummies am dah yummy nummies! Mummah num gweenie nummies! Mummah makes dah bestes’ miwkies fo’ babbehs! - the adult female echoed them, plucking the spring dandelions with gusto. On her back at this time, three different colored spots were snuffling sweetly: red, blue, and light brown (even cream), - Crunch-crunch-crunch! Bestes’ miwkies fo’ babbehs! But not everything is so simple in this world. A pair of watchful eyes follow the scene in the dandelion field. And the look of those cold eyes is painfully reminiscent of ancient times: the kestrel soaring in the sky attentively, like its ancestors-raptors, examines its furry prey. Throw!
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Whoo? - belatedly, the female fluffy is surprised, whose fur is disturbed by an unexpected breeze.
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Speciaw fwend, wa’ happeh? - the male fluffy worried about her brown companion.
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Speciaw fwend, mummah nu know, - the female looks around in confusion, - Mummah num gweenie nummies an’ den… Whoo! Mummah nu know wa’ whoo! Wa’ whoo?
The male fluffy looks around the area in concern, clearly fearing some unforeseen threat. But such a threat from the height of its growth is not detected. So soon the ownerless bio-toy calms down and returns to his studies on the destruction of young dandelion shoots, finally assuring his herd of its complete safety.
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Famiwy, daddeh says: dewe am nu munstahs! - the male fluffy says authoritatively, shaking his shaggy mane for effect? -
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Hooway! Fwuffie am happy! Fwuffie am nu scawedy! Sissy wuv daddeh! Speciaw fwend am dah bestes’ fwend ebah! Crunch-crunch-crunch! Fwuffie wuv yummy nummies! - the herd is indelibly impressed by this gesture, and they enthusiastically return to one of their favorite things - stuffing their bellies.
Sometimes the inattention of fluffy can amaze even an experienced observer: the merrily grazing herd missed one, but important moment in its life - three colorful spots disappeared from the back of the female. But this time, someone else also screwed up, becoming a victim of their own greed. The kestrel grabbed three fluffy cubs at once. Which turned out to be exactly one more than the feathered predator is able to carry to the nest. So that…
- Peep! Babbeh am fwying! Yay! Babbeh am happy! Cheep! - a light brown (even cream) ball of fur squeaks with happiness, - Plop!
However, two “babbehs” are still more than enough for the chicks.