PART 3
👇Two small adolescents sat sullenly, a crowd of fluffies before them and behind them a high-minded smarty. Every member of the herd sat in the dusty clearing, small babbles and murmurs creating a low din.
Suddenly, the grey leader stomped a cloven hoof.
The sun was beginning its descent.
It is not relevant yet, but the day would be named the Day Of Retribution.
“KWIET! FWUFFY MEETIN STAWT NAO!”
Zebra snorted, and waited for the commotion to die down.
”Fwuffies in da dummeh wing awe Muscawi,”
He pointed to the embittered colt.
”An Wose.”
His foreleg drifted to the indignant filly.
“WET BESTES BABBEH GU NAO!”
Her outburst caused a few from the crowd to peep in fear.
Zebra stomped his hoof angrily.
”Ou am NU a babbeh, ou am nu eben a weanwing! Ou awe amwost a big fwuffy!”
”AM BESTES BABBEH! MUMMAH SAIS SU! OU STOOPI DUMMEH TUFFIE FWEN!”
His ear twitched involuntarily, but Zebra did not let his anger control him.
”Wets heaw wut da hewd wans tu du wid ou.”
The fluffies were silent for a while, before a small mare stood up.
“Wunce, Mawigowd wad pwaying wid a pwetti fwying fwend. Wose sayd dat shee wan tu pway wid it, buh id nu wan tu pway wid hew…su Wose gabe it bigges huwties."
She paused, glancing towards Zebra, seeking reaffirmation. The mare’s anxious gaze hardened: Rose and Muscari no longer had any power. She could no longer get herd mates killed left and right with a single faux sob.
“Mawigowd hatcheu. Mawigowd tink dat Wose an Muscawi shouwd get fowebew sweepies!”
There was a feral cry of agreement, that descended into a commotion of fluffies testifying against Rose and Muscari’s misdeeds. Within the uproar, Zebra heard of the many things the two fluffies had done, including:
.Stealing food from starving herd mates
.Snitching so frequently many were scared to speak their mind
.Taunt and humiliate fluffies lower in the hierarchy
.Lie in order to get others in trouble, or even killed…
Zebra stopped listening, rearing and stomping both forelegs.
”ENUFF.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. As a toughie, he was relatively untouched by the pair of mini tyrants, but the stories of the herd, his herd, had his body hot with rage: how did he ever think to spare these creatures?
”Id iz cweaw tu me dat ou bowth awe bad BAD fwuffies.” The grey stallion hissed. His ears flicked back and he bared his teeth.
Muscari snorted, retorting haughtily.
””NU! Muscawi id BESTES FWUFFY! OU AM AWW STOOPI DUMMEH FWUFFIES! HATCHEU! HATCHEU AWW!"
Zebra stomped his hoof and snorted, demanding silence.
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”Zebwa desided: Muscsawi an Wose wiww be wittew paws. Mebeh ou can bowth be wedeemed wid tiwme.”