Spruce looked down upon his herd with a deep satisfaction. The smooth boulder above the nests was a warm, sunny oasis in the crisp springtime air for the green fluffy with the dark green mane. A ‘smarty’ only in title, Spruce led his herd from the ruins of the smoldering city out into the suburbs with great success. Spruce ruled the abandoned mini golf course with a stern but gentle hoof, and the neighboring herds respected the boundaries of Spruce’s land.
The burning hurting times long behind them, and the worst of the cold times coming to an end meant it was time to reward the deputies who had helped lead then to safety all those months ago.
Pansy the Toughie had become special friends with Milton the scruffy grey nummy finder during the cold time, and Spruce knew the voluptuous and muscular toughie mare would need a much bigger nest once her foals arrived and she could safely move.
Other than Pansy, all the mares stayed diligent in guarding their chastity the whole cold times. Spruce made it very clear that nummies had to be rationed and there was no extra food for a soon-mummah.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a bachelor stallion in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a special friend.
With only 6 fully grown stallions and 10 mares, Spruce knew the key to his success would be matching the right stallion to the right mare and increasing their numbers quickly.
The most beautiful of all the mares, coveted by every warm blooded stallion in the entire neighborhood, was Spruce’s sister Mulberry.
Mulberry was pale green with a purple mane that fell in luxurious curls. She was utterly devoted to her brother and obeyed without question. Spruce wanted her safe at all times and wanted his biggest, toughest toughie to protect his sister.
Spruce observed the big blue brute called “Sweetie.” The toughie was dumb as rocks, but he was loyal and strong.
When approached with the idea, Mulberry was less than thrilled but trusted her brothers judgement. The siblings walked together across the gentle hills of the putting green to Sweetie’s windmill.
“Sweetie gun be speshu fren fo Mooby?” The big meatball of a fluffy pony was delighted and surprised. He knew he wasn’t the handsomest or smartest, but he knew it was a big deal to be trusted with the leader’s sister.
Mai namesi Mull-bewwy
“Moo-boowy.”
M-ull-bew-wee.
“Moo-oo-bub bweeee”
Otay dun hurt yussewf, big guy.
“Sweetie gun be bestest speshu fren fo Mooby and gib Huggies and wubs and wotsa bebbehs.”
A few hours later, their honeymoon in the windmill completed, Mulberry sat beside her brother looking annoyed and disheveled.
“Wat won, sissy?”
“Sweetie bad at speshu Huggies.”
Spruce shot upright with his cheeks puffed. “Bad Huggies?! Spwuce gib worstest hoofies!”
Mulberry quickly corrected, “nu nu, Sweetie is gud fwuffy, just lil too dummeh fo speshu hugs wight nao”
Spruce was puzzled, “Mullbewwy has tummeh babbehs?”
Mulberry sighed, “nu. Sweetie had gud feews in deh poopie place nu deh babbeh pwace. Twy agin nex bwight time. Righ nao Mullbewwy too soar.”
