A fresh batch of fluffies are dropped off at the vanderholt behavioral correction Academy, this particular group are enrolled in the fitness and conditioning program. The fluffies whine and cry about missing “mumma” or the ground being “ buwny”
The chatter is cut short by a stern fluffy voice shouting at the group. Before the group is a big camouflage pattern alicorn fluffy with a broken horn,wearing a fluff sized drill instructors hat and aviator glasses.
“ I am sgt Buckle-boy! You will speak only when spoken to ! When spoken to you will address me as sir! You will answer every question with either Yes or no preceded and followed by sir! When given an order you will follow it immediately! The last order given overrides all previous orders!”
The group of fluffies are stunned that a poopie is giving them orders.
Sgt buckle-boy blows his whistle followed by a loud and clear order
“LINE UP!”
One of the fluffies in the group puffs out his cheeks and refuses to move .
Sgt buckle-boy stomps over to the defiant chubby fluffy.
“YOU GOT SHIT IN YOUR EARS LARD ASS?!”
The entire group gasps at the foul language of the drill sergeant
The defiant fluffy angrily whines
“Fwuffy am nu wawd ass! fwuffy am bob! Bob nu wisen tu dummy poopie fwuffy!”
Sgt Buckle-boy shoves the brim of his hat into bob’s forehead
“YOUR FUCKING PEANUT BRAIN CANNOT FATHOM THE DEPTHS NOR TEMPERATURE OF THE SHIT YOU ARE CURRENTLY IN!”
Some of the human staff come over and systematically dye the fur of every fluffy in the group poop brown.
The fluffies cry and wail questioning why it happened.
Sgt Buckle-boy orders them to line up. This time every single fluffy lines up without hesitation.
“IF ONE OF YOU SCREWS UP THEN EVERYONE IS PUNISHED! DO NOT TEST MY PATIENTS NOR WAST MY TIME WITH EXCUSES!”
Over the next several hours Sgt Buckle-boy has them run laps around the old windmill . If any of them slow down or complain then the entire group must run an additional lap.
The group is then tasked with standing in front of a line of skettie filled bowls without eating it . Any complaints or eaten skettie will result in the entire group having their kibble replaced with fluffy mush . Within a few days any fluffy who acted out were hated by the group As it meant either more work or worse food for everyone. Bob was now ostracized during meal times.
Some of the other activities included tidiness , manners, sharing, equal treatment, proper fluff pile etiquette , boundaries, hygiene, understanding and accepting “No” as an answer from your caregiver and last but certainly not least empathy .”
About a two weeks later Sgt Buckle-boy found an alicorn being excluded from the fluff pile . For this everyone was made to do double the day’s usual exercise. Any complaints were not vocalized out of fear of more punishment . Bob had not spoken out of line in several days. No one dared even sniff the bowls of skettie without permission. The fluffies had shed their cutesy manner of speech and replaced it with normal English. No longer did they act out when things didn’t go their way.
During graduation some of the owners showed concern that their little fluffs seemed to have lost their cutesy speech. The owners were warned that if they encouraged their fluffs to speak like they used to then it very well could cause behavioral regression. This seemed to quiet them down a bit .