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👇 ”OU AM MUNSTA! WOWSTES STOOPI MAWE! WAI OU GIB WIDDEW BABBEH HUWTIES?! DEY FOW HUGGIES AN WUB!”
Zebra screamed, enraged to almost insanity as he cradled the little foal. Weak bleats of distress periodically sounded from the little thing, only serving to piss Zebra off more.
I graciously give this piece of shit another chance and the second she’s free she tries to MURDER a sweet little colt? Defenceless to boot?!
His blood boiled.
He left the foal by Sandy’s side, seeming oblivious to the sour face she pulled as it nestled by her teats.
With a snarl he slammed his hoof on Rose’s head, lowering his own to her eye level.
”Dewe’s nu nee fow dummeh wing, ou am gettin FOWEBA SWEEPIES." the stallion hissed with a venom only a father could hold as he raised a cloven hoof.
”WAIT!”
Muscari’s voice rang from below. With the rest of the herd in tow he galloped to the hilltop, eyes widening in shock when he arrived.
He couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t believe his sister would do such a thing, especially after…
”N-nu gib Wose foweba sweepies.”
Snapping, Zebra abruptly turned to the blue toughie, storming right up to him.
”Gib Zebwa WUN weason tu nu gib hew wowstes huwties. Ou bettew nu be sayin dat becah Wose ouw sissy.” The grey stallion snarled, tail lashing his flank in agitation. Oh how his hooves itched to tear the flesh and crush the bone of this irredeemable creature!
Muscari’s ears flattened right down in the face of his seething leader. Quickly, he scrounged up a reason, any reason, to spare his sister; for it was clear there would be no siting down and talking it out.
”O-ou knu wah id wowse den foweba sweepies? Keepin Wose awive buh she has tu suffew fow hew acshuns!”
Zebra’s intense gaze laxed a bit, encouraging Muscari to go on.
” Mabeh we shul maek hew take cawe ob dah foaw she gib huwties tu, dat would maek hew mad…buh she can’ du notin’ becah if she does she ges wowstes owwies!”
”YES!” Zebra roared, a rather sinister grin plastered over his face- though he regained his composure just a moment later.
”Muscawi hab gud punishmen! Aww in fabouw!”
There was a resounding chorus of assorted agreements
”Den it id su! Wose wiww take cawe of widdew babbeh!” His voice rang clearly, and the masses cheered dumbly. He then spoke more directly to the shivering mare.
”An if ou du ANYTIN tu my widdew babbeh I wiww teaw ouw tummeh sketties out an gib it tu dah bawkie munstahs.”
And just like that, Rose’s wish came true:
She had a foal of her own to raise.