The American Dream (Part 38) by DreamMLP

It had been days since your last encounter with the red monster. You’d helped Scout look for nummies, guarded the herd during the night with Tuffy, and took care of your babbeh when you could.

You didn’t even bother asking Sunny to give him lickie-cleanies, you already knew her thoughts on that. So the job fell to you to lick him clean when the time came.

“Ha! Dweam am gibing poopie babbeh wickie-cweanies!” Tuffy said when he saw you. “Dweam am mawe nao?”

You rolled your eyes, and kept your babbeh between your hooves.

He was a few days old now, and he was crawling further. One morning when you woke, you happened to spot him taking his first strained steps. You were proud.

That wasn’t the only milestone of the day.

The herd had enough nummies, and so you spent your morning playing with Blossom’s foals. Her blue unicorn was the more assertive of the bunch, attempting to call the shots of whatever game they played. He was Smarty’s kid after all. Yellow was less so, submitting to whatever blue wanted to do. Still better she didn’t turn out like your sister.

Red played too, but you kept your distance. Every time you saw him you were reminded of what you’d done.

CRUNCH! ‘NUUUUU! BESTEST BABBEH!’

You didn’t tell him, or anyone else. You’d never tell anyone else. But each time, the voice got a little bit quieter. Besides, it was him or-

“Mummah!”

You turned to where the voice had come from, to your surprise, it was Sunny’s direction. She stared down at the brown foal who’d just opened his green eyes.

“Mummah?” It asked.

She growled, and knocked him away.

“Dummeh poopie babbeh! Nu am mummah!”

She rose and approached the crying babbeh, until two blue legs fell to either side of it.

You leaned forward, growling back.

“Stoopi Dweam! Dis am dummeh poopie babbeh! Nu suppose’ to get miwkies!”

“Mummah?”

“Shaddup poopie babbeh! Nu wan gib miwkies to poopie babbeh nu mowe!”

You gently nudged your babbeh further under you as you took another step forward. You hadn’t come this far to watch him starve.

“Sunwy wiww gib babbeh miwkies!” It was Smarty, “Dweam fin’ nummies and keep wed munstah ‘way if gib Dweam’s poopie miwkies. So gib miwkies ow Tuffy gib Sunwy sowwy hoofsies!”

Sunny growled again, turning away. She picked up her own purple foal and carried it to another part of the field.

As you began to leave Smarty spoke up.

“Teww dat stoopie poopie nu to caww Sunwy mummah. It am onwy dummeh poopie.”

You grabbed him in your mouth and took him to your own area. Setting him down and giving him lickies where he’d been thrown in the dirt.

“Daddeh?” He looked up at you with green eyes.

You stopped yourself, looking back down at him.

It was a happy moment.

A gunshot rang out across the field.

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