You have entered a Fluffy shelter, and three new members have recently arrived.
After being de-wormed, they are now available for adoption. Because there are simply too many Fluffies, the shelter wants to get rid of them quickly while they are still appealing.
Therefore, you can adopt all of them as long as you pay a small fee for vaccinations before leaving.
But, you can also adopt none and just watch them cry stupidly in the display window.
The moment you walked up to the number 1 display window, you heard the sound of little hooves tapping the glass.
He stood up and happily kept tapping, excitedly babbling about himself to you.
You told him to stop tapping the glass, and he paused for a moment. But when he got to the exciting parts, like talking about sketties and toysies, he would still tap a few times.
You felt a little annoyed, but usually, young, energetic Fluffies are like this.
Plus, you noticed this little guy’s genetics seemed good; the colors of his hooves and tail, while similar, were actually different shades of purple. His belly was round and full—a sign he had plenty of mare’s milk and was in excellent health.
When you walked up to the number 2 display window, you even wondered if it was empty.
But slowly, a small foal covered in bite marks pulled the blanket off himself. Even though you hadn’t said anything, he cried out of fear.
After waiting for him to calm down, he introduced himself as a ‘poopy babbeh’ before speaking in halting phrases:
‘Pwease nice hooman, sabe fwuffy…’
‘…need…safe pwace…’
‘wiww num poopies fow nice hooman’
It was clear the little guy had never been litter-trained and was used to being soaked in his own waste. Despite his wounds, his general health was decent; he had no other visible external injuries or signs of malnutrition.
When you walked up to the number 3 display window, you were a bit shocked.
A Fluffy with such a beautiful color in a shelter, and a Unicorn at that?!
Her genetics were quite good; even the color of her horn wasn’t the usual white. However, she introduced herself as a ‘Smawty’… You’d heard that these Fluffies had bad temperaments. At seven months old, she was approaching adulthood for a Fluffy, making it hard to curb bad behaviors.
But she looked rather polite…?
You asked her briefly about her past, and she replied:
‘Am too gud fow dummeh mummah, she nebber gib sketties tu smawty. So Smawty wun away . Hate dummeh mummah! Su mean!’
It looked like this one had a history of running away, and if you took her home, she might try to escape again if she doesn’t like her new home.