There was a fluffy herd.
They were unhappy.
The land where they lived was dark all the time, and the only nummies were poopies.
That was because they lived in a tunnel that poop flowed down.
“Huu, nu wike poopie-nummies, dey nu taste pwetty,” a fluffy whined.
“Peep, poopie miwkies am bad,” a foal told their mummah.
The mummah shook her head sadly.
“Mummah sowwy, but dewe am onwy poopie-nummies, and dat makes poopie miwkies.”
Finally the herd’s Smarty couldn’t take his herd’s whining any more.
“No wowwy, fwiends! Fowwow Smawty, Smawty wiww wead hewd tu gud nummies!”
The Smarty set off down the tunnel and his herd followed him.
.
The fluffy veterinarian was bored and irritable.
His latest client had brought in a fluffy with obstructed bowels, which was gross to deal with.
“Alright, I’ve cleared out the blockage, now we just-”
A fluffy popped out of the client’s fluffy’s anus. Somehow. It wasn’t physically possible.
“Huwwy fwiends! Smawty found nyu wand fow hewd!”
The herd followed their Smarty out of the fluffy’s anus and plopped onto the vet’s office’s floor.
The fluffy vet turned to his client.
“I’m going to charge extra for this, it violates the laws of physics.”
His client nodded.
“Fair enough.”