(sequel to The Teacher’s Proxy)
It was only a week from Christmas and the last day of the fall semester at Twinkle Love Elementary. As it was the last day, Miss Agatha Kleber had already gone through the curriculum for that semester. So for that day it was more of a recap for the student’s performance and behavior throughout the course.
“…so I think you all did… decently. Some of you seemed like you had potential to be good at math. Some of you, maybe less so.” she said looking at Sally specifically. “But all in all, I guess it could have been worse. But let’s judge how you did based on our wonderful class pet, Marie Curie.” She gestured towards the turquoise Pegasus fluffy with puffy taffy colored hair, sitting in her dog pillow on Miss Kleber’s desk with a pink foal. The Pegasus fluffy had faint scars along her back from months of lacerations every time a student got an answer wrong.
“True at the beginning there were 7 foals, and it would have been nice if you were all better behaved so none of them had to be… made an example of. But the fact that there’s one foal left and Marie is still alive means you’ve improved over the semester and hope wasn’t entirely lost on you! I’m so proud of you all!” Miss Kleber said half heartedly. She looked at the clock and saw it was 2:40.
“And with that, Class is dismissed have a good Winter break and Merry Christmas.” She said. The students got up and exited the class in a single file line as always. Marie Curie excitedly waved goodbye to all of them. “Gud-bai Bwyan! Gud-bai Sawwy! Gud-bai Dequashuyun! Gud-bai Steve! (etc) See you aww next time!”
By around 7:30 all the children had long been dismissed, all the necessary paperwork was done, and the school was closed for the semester. But that left a problem for Miss Kleber. See, she normally leaves Marie Curie in the first grade class as an impromptu-safe room during off hours. The children would take turns feeding her and Miss Kleber was the unlucky one who had to clean up her poopies. But that wouldn’t be possible during winter break and Marie Curie was more or less her responsibility.
As Miss Kleber put on her jacket and gloves getting ready to go, she picked up the dog bed Marie Curie was resting on. She walked down the hall past the first grade classroom. This was unusual for Marie because her routine was to be dropped off in there every night.
“Wha? Teechew mamma, where am we goin?”
“I can’t leave you in the safe room this time, Marie. So you’re gonna have to come with me.”
“Mawie get to wiv wiff mama?”
Miss Kleber paused, contemplating her response as she walked out into the parking lot.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
She said loading her bed into the The car’s front passenger seat.
They drove for about 20 minutes. Marie Curie was anxious to be riding in the big scawwy metaw munstah. She hadn’t been inside one since she was brought to school in September. But that anxiety was overshadowed by her thinking about how exciting it would be to live with her teacher mama in her nice warm housie.
She imagined a nice warm safe room to shelter her from the cold. The walls would be colored with all sorts of pretty rainbows, the floor would be made of soft grassies, and there would be a big shiney HD LCD screen where she can watch all her favorite fluff TV shows! She would have so many toysies like blockies, carsies, slides, stuffies, ballsies, all to herself and wouldn’t need to be concerned for the 1st grade class that they were meant for. Teacher Mama will take great care of her and won’t need to hit her anymore because there would be no more mathie class where the hitting normally happens. She will tell her how much she loves her and will be so much nicer to her and protect her from now on. Teacher Mama would serve her a fresh plate of piping hot sketties every day! She will also give her a special friend so they can have special hu-
“We’re here!”
Miss Kleber opened the door on Marie’s side. The open door let in a rush of cold freezing air that made Marie clench up and snuggle into the dog bed desperate for any warmth. It was ominously dark outside. There were no pretty twinkling lights or even the big white sky ball. The wind roared past them with a rumbling washing sound beneath them. Occasionally another Metal Monster would roar past them making Marie tense up more. Even though it was dark, Marie could see the large metal fence in front of them. Through the bar rails, she was greeted not with the site of a comfy safe housie, but a vast expanse of rushing water that seemed to go on forever.
“Teachew ma- mmmah… aw we at d-d-da housie yet?” Marie asked nervously, trying to fight off the cold.
“‘Housie?’” she scoffed. “I WISH this shitass job would let me afford a ‘housie.’”
“Does teachew mammah wiv hewe?”
Miss Kleber chuckled at the silly conclusion.
“No silly. But uh… you will.”
The realization hit Marie with dread. “But… Mawie nu want to wiv in dawk scawy pwace.”
“Yeah well… how should I put this…” Miss Kleber began, his face forming an awkward grimace with her eyes looking left and right and her right arm rubbing her left Bicep.
“This year was the first time I tried using fluffies as a form of discipline for my students. I’d say it was mostly pretty successful. So you did a very good job on that front Marie!”
Marie smiled, maybe this was leading to somewhere good.
“Buuuuut… I sort of forgot school is closed for winter break. So that meant nobody would take care of you. And it’s bad enough I have to deal with a bunch of annoying kids all day when I should be teaching advanced calculus in MIT or Yale. I don’t need to deal with an even more retarded creature that can’t even conceive of math. I bet you can’t possibly wrap your dumb fluffy brain around the achievements of the one you’re named after!” Any intent to soften the blow for the fluffy had long since vanished from her mind.
“B-b-ut… mammah wiww take caw of Mawie wite? You said you would.” Marie sobbed, hurt by her teacher mummah’s cruel words.
Miss Kleber picked up Marie by her neck fluff lifting her to her face looking her dead in the eye.
“Yeah I’ll take care of you. The same way I take care of unwanted trash every Friday.”
“Cya!” she said tossing the fluffy off the bridge down into the freezing water below.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Marie screamed plummeting to her fate. The water hit her like a concrete impact, but despite that she made a desperate attempt to keep swimming hoping maybe someone will rescue her. Maybe Teacher Mummah will change her mind and come after her! She is her mammah after all.
But it only took a few seconds for the cold shock of the icey waters to inhibit her movements.
“Ma- GAG -Mmaaa”
The roaring waters oppressed her movements and pushed her further down the current, under the bridge, and out of sight from teacher mummah, the cold currents sapping more of her energy to keep fighting for life…
A sense of relief came over Miss Kleber like she just got rid of some unwanted trash. Marie Curie vanished from sight and from mind. She got back in the car ready to drive away.
“Muh… ma?”
a little voice called out. She looked down at the dog bed in the passenger seat. It was Marie’s last pink foal. And she had just entered her talkie phase! She must’ve been snuggled under Marie’s fluff for warmth.
“Wewe.. mummah?” it asked. Miss Kleber gently scooped up the diminutive little foal and brought it up to her face. It curled up in a ball trying to fight off the cold air that it’s mother was protecting it from.
“Wewe mammah? Amm cowdsies… nee miwkies.” The little creature began to whimper, snuggling into Miss Kleber’s gloves. The little pink foal’s vulnerability was almost adorable to Miss Kleber as it look up at her with it’s desperate puppy dog eyes longing for it’s missing mother. Her eyes softened at the small thing and she gave a calm gentle smile at the delicate pink ball of fluff snuggling in her hands like she was her mother.
and then she tossed it out the left window without even looking.
“EEEEEEE-” SPLOOAAT!!!
It splattered onto a car passing by at that very moment. The car zoomed off and began to swerve out of control, as there was red goop with pink fluff all over his windshield. The car swerved and crashed into the dividers in the middle of the bridge. Realizing what she did, Miss Kleber quickly drove off in awkward silence before the cops arrived and things got messier.
Sunday, January 9th
“Hello ma’am welcome to FluffMart. How can I help you?”
The teenage fluffmart employee greeted Miss Kleber at the door with a cracked puberty voice.
“Yes, I would like to adopt a mare today. Ideally one with a litter of chirpie babbies.”
“Right this way.” he said leading her to the maternity ward.
She picked a Yellow fluffy mare with wavy teal hair and mane who mothered 9 foals. Unfortunately none of the ones they had for sale looked like Marie Curie, but she would think of something. She paid for it and brought it to the car without incident.
She sat it down in the dog bed in the passenger seat still there from that fateful December night.
“Now listen” Miss Kleber said in a patronizing motherly voice. “Your name is Marie Curie, okay, and-”
“Nu!” the yellow fluffy protested. “Fwuffy namsie am Wemondwop! Mawie Cuwie am dummy namsie.”
Miss Kleber grabbed a random foal and held it up to her face. It squealed scared chirps and peeps as she threatened to crush it in front of her.. “Your name is Marie Curie or your foal is fucking dead!” She yelled, her face tensing up.
“Go ahead. Dat am dummy poopeh babbeh. Nu caww if get fowevah sweepies!”
Miss Kleber glared at the fluffy for a brief moment, she looked down at the rest of her litter then she grabbed another foal with colors more similar to it’s mother.
“NUUUU!!! NOT BESTEST!!!”
With the two foals in her hands she pushed them together as hard as she could. She ignored their agonizing squeals as their bodies were grinded together. Their bones snapped and crunched from the pressure and after a few seconds, blood began to drip from her closed hands with tuffs of yellow and brown fur poking out from between her fingers, at that point they stopped making noise altogether other than the viscous squishing of guts and cracking of brittle bones.
“Now… What is your name?”
Miss Kleber asked the lemon-colored fluffy showing her the bloody mush of guts and bone mixed with yellow and brown fur and an occasional eyeball here or there.
Lemondrop was horrified, completely at a lost for words as new mammah mixed her bestest with her poopiest together to make the poopiest babbeh of all.
“Mu… Mu… Mawie… Cuw…ie… Mawie Cuwie.” She quivered, tears streaming down her petrified face.
“Great! Let’s go!” Miss Kleber perked up, wiping off the mush from her hands out the car window and drove off.
Monday, January 10th
The Winter semester began, the students from last semester’s class marched in single file and sat down at their desks like usual.
“Good Afternoon class.” Said Miss Kleber
“Good afternoon Miss Kleber” the class responded
“I hope you all had a good winter break. And guess what? I have great news! Marie Curie’s foals grew back!” She said pointing to the new yellow fluffy. “She also went through a transformation and now has a beautiful yellow fur and teal mane!” That’s not how fluffies worked at all, but hopefully the kids would be too dumb to notice.
“DATS WITE!” the new fluffy said “AND IM WEADY FO A WHOW NUW SEMESTEW OF WEARNING!”
“Maybe this time if you all behave, she’ll be able to keep all her foals by summer break!”
The class and the new fluffy cringed in dread at the prospect of more innocent foals dying in the name of discipline.
Maybe this time more than one foal will survive.
But will Marie and her foals live past June or be dumped off the bridge like the last one?