It was freezing cold with the wind pushing snow sideways as dark clouds hang overhead. As gloomy as the day was, the lights of every house was lit brightly on Liver street. The comfy little neighborhood just outside of the main city. A fluffy family at the end of the neighborhood made their home in a lot that was unused and overgrown. The mare and special friend were all white with their new litter of multicolored foals, lay huddled together under a car that someone parked on the lot as extra parking.
The family was trying to keep warm as they had been waddling for twenty minutes in the snow storm and had already lost two of their foals. A green one froze on it’s mummahs back and another red one fell off while they tried to escape a cat chasing them away from a bush. The little thing only had enough time to chirp once before the orange feline pounced on it, giving the family time to escape. Now the family was down to three little colts, one pink, one yellow, and one blue. They were the tiniest little balls of fluff their mummah had ever seen since it was her first litter and she was proud to be their mother.
“Cheep! Cheeeep!” the three foals on her back called out to be dried off and fed.
The little things were soaked and freezing cold as they were too young to know to huddle together for maximum warmth.
“Nu wowwy babbehs, mummah ams gon gib yu miwkies now!” she told her foals as she brought them off her back to put them in a line to be fed.
Her little pink one with it;s tiny wings went first and when he was done the yellow could go next, it could have the milk faster if the yellow peeped in the right way and it made the mare smile. She always loved to see him chirp and bob his little head up at her. Once the yellow foal was filled to bursting, did the blue foals turn come up.
“Chirp. Chiirp” the little thing peeped as it looked for it’s mother in it’s sightless state.
“Babbeh make funny dancies pwees heehee!” the mare said to the tiny blue one that was quickly losing warmth as it lay on it’s moist belly.
The mare’s special friend could not give a care in the world trying to sleep huddled up next to her.
“Chirp”
“Nu babbeh, makes funny dancies fo mummah pweeees” she told the tiny blue thing as she then started to frown at the foal not doing what she’s asking.
The little blue cotton ball was now too weak to keep its head up anymore so it just lay there shivering and chirping. “Cheeeeep”
The mare poked the tiny thing a few times in frustration only stopping when she got the dancies she was used to. The little blue thing was kicking it little legs hard as he went through spams of pain and pressure.
“Yay, funny babbeh dancies yay!” the mare sang as she then pulled the blue foal closer to finally give it milk.
It took a moment but the foal was eventually able to latch down and take a few small sips of milk before coughing up some all over itself.
“Nu! bad babbeh!” the mare angrily told it as she shoved it onto it’s back.
A week later when the family had found an even better area to call home, did they finally let their guard down and unwind. The had chosen a cluster of bushes where the white stallion had gathered enough bits of newspaper and leaves and enough cover from the howling snow. The White mare had gotten even more demanding of her little blue colt as she would poke at him until he sat on his rear and wiggled his front hooves. Since she had been doing this since it’s birth, squishing it to make it comply left it’s growth stunted. The blue colt was small as the bones in his legs stunted from all the pressing down his mummah did on him. Nonetheless the blue colt always did as his mummah told him and never said no to a hug. His father would go about his duties gather supplies the family needed he never really paid too much attention to his little colts. The only time the white stallion would deal with the foals is when his special friend was throwing a fit over the blue colt’s refusal to dance for her.
“Mummah mummah, babbeh ams weaewy hungies! Wan miwkies wan miwkies!” the little pink wingie babbeh whined as he looked up at his mummah.
The pink pegasi colt was now a chubby little ball, with the yellow brother being the next biggest. The smaller blue one remained frail and weak through it’s development.
“Come babbeh, habs gud miwkies fwom mummah” she told the now cheering colt.
It was usually now the standard that the mummah pink wingie bvabbeh got to go a bit longer when drinking milk. The yellow when done barely left anything for his smaller blue brother.
“Hungies mummah! Hungies!” the little blue bio toy called up to his mummah after only two sips of milk. He in no way had enough and his stomach still hurt so he called up to his mummah again. “Hungies. Hungies!”
“Dummeh, babbeh aweady dwink miwkies! Nu make noisies!” the mare said in a matter of fact tone.
The little blue thing did not understand and started to follow his mummah as she started to get up and waddle over to the pile of leaves and eat.
“Hungies! Hungies!”
“Nu gu way dummeh!” the fat white mare quickly yelled at it as she gave it kick with her back leg.
The little thing was pushed back onto it’s back. It wiggled it’s four legs in pain as blood was spilling out of his snout. His mummah had hit him too hard and now he was really hurt.
“Huwties! Huwties! Mummah mummah!” the little blue colt peeped as he kicked upwards his hooves.
"What ams happenin speciaw fwen? the fat white stallion asked as he came in from the outside.
"He shook off the snow as best he could and went over to say hi to his special friend with nuzzling. He stopped to stare at the kicking blue foal and then to the mare. He looked at the blue colt as it pooed itself in pain.
“Heeheehee babbeh ams funny dancin! Dummeh babbeh nu make poopies!” he said happily as he then went over to the base of the bush to take a nap.
The mare left the blue foal to eventually find its way back to her and the siblings that were on their mummahs back fluff.
“Upies! Upies! Cowdies cowdies!” the little thing chirped up at the white mare as she tried to snuggle comfortably looking away from her little colt left on the cold floor.
“Upies upieEEE!” te blue colt screamed as he was kicked away again by his mummah.
The little blue thing was now more injured than before as his nose was broken. There was more blood seeping out of its nostrils as it flailed on the frozen ground.