Scene: Snow falls on an all but dead city
Enter: A run of the mill alleyway mirror to the countless others found throughout the urban sprawl a lone sunflower yellow mare with her brood of 3 young foals, one yellow earthy filly, one green earthy colt, and one all brown pegasus colt.
The small fluffy family finds itself huddled together in an overturned Amazon box.
“Huuuuu babbeh cowd, wan wawm housie” cried the yellow foal.
“Mummuh knows babbeh buh meanie daddie nu wouwd wet mummah hab babbehs”
It had been many bwite times since the young mare had last seen her owner. He had left the door open to the backyard one day just enough for her to squeeze out, once out she began to explore the neighborhood and met a nice green stallion by the hedge rows. Nature being nature and fluffies being fluffies meant that after only about 5 mins they were doing the deed.
Afterwards the mare made her way back inside and began singing her soon mummah song. Her owner only now noticing the agape door quickly deduced what had occurred and decided it easier to boot the bitch than to have to put up with weeks of K-Pop tier ear cancer and constant cries of “Soon mummah onwy wan bestest sketties fow tummeh babbehs.”
Just then the sound of crunching snow could be heard. “Eeep scawy munstah, sabe babbeh” cried the green colt. Quickly snapping out of her flashback, the mare began to grow accustom to the danger around her. After a few tense seconds a sleek black mass began manifesting itself from the falling snow.
A stray cat had discovered the small fluffy family and by the same metric. Dinner.
“Gu 'way mwowie munstah ow mummah gib sowwie poopies!” shouts the trembling mare with all the vigor of a furry marshmallow.
To no surprise the feline ignores the mare’s outburst and prepares itself to pounce on the smallest and weakest member of the family, the brown pegasus colt. Sheltered under it’s own hooves crying and shaking (and shitting) just near the edge of the box’s entrance.
In one swift motion the cat leaps towards the terrified fluffy family, barely dodging the torrent of liquid ass bile, and plucking the peeping foal away from its nest. “Nuuuuuu babbeh!” cried the petrified mare. “Peeeeeeeep!” “Mummah!” were the last things the foal squealed before the cat readjusted its bite onto the foal’s throat, silencing it.
The stunned mare can only watch as her young is carried away by the would-be attacker into the falling snow. Once the initial shock wore off the mare began to pursue the feline abductor, tragically only managing to trip on an empty beer bottle and cracking her snout on the cold hard cement in the process.
“Huuuuuu mwowie munstah took bwown babbeh an’ gabe mummah nosie huwties huuu”. Moaned the now bruised and battered mare. Slowly she makes her way back down the alley towards her remaining foals, just as she begins to enter her makeshift home to grieve a new sound makes itself known. growl “Huuuu babbeh hab wowstest tummy owwies.”
The now downtrotten mother unable even a moment of respite is faced with the new predicament of feeding the rest of her litter. “Nu wowwy babbehs mummah hewe”. She carefully begins nursing her 2 still living foals with what little milk she has while still on guard in case the mwowie munstah returns for seconds. Only a short while later the yellow filly peeps up “Huuuu babbeh stiw hungwy”. “Mummah knows babbeh but can onwy find twashie nummies.” replied the mare.
“Huuu babbeh miss bwuddah” said the green colt. “Mummah miss bwown wingie babbeh too”. said the mare. A nor’easter storm was beginning to brew on the horizon and the grim fate of the fluffy family looms ever closer.