Blueberry was a deep blue pegasus filly with a rich purple mane and tail. She, like all pegasus fluffs, had the desire to fly. It was only natural since she possessed wings. Why would she have wings if she wasn’t destined to fly?
She loved running around the house at full speed trying to achieve liftoff. Zooming in and out of rooms, darting under furniture legs, and leaping from the platform in her safe room onto the bouncy, foam floor which kept her from breaking her fragile legs. Her little wings buzzing uselessly while she ran under her daddeh’s leggies, giggling all the while.
Aurthor was pleased to see his new fluffy loving the accommodation even if she was driving him more than a little crazy with her high energy. Although he did like having an energetic fluffy, he wished she would cool her jets for at least a week, so he could take a break from the hassle of work, and the manic energy from Blueberry. Even before opening the door returning from work, he could always here Blueberry rushing around the rush as fast as her little stubby legs could carry her.
“Bwuebewwy fwy wike aiwpwane! Fwoosh!” Blueberry zipped past Aurthor rushing towards her safe room.
“Careful, Bluberry. Don’t go too fast. You’ll get owwies if you run into any door frames,” Aurthor warn, sitting back in his lazy chair to help unwind from today.
“Daddeh,” Blueberry ran up to the arm of the chair, tears welling up in her eyes, “Why bwuebewwy nu fwy? Am hav wingie bu nu fwy wike aiwpwane, ow biwdie munstah.”
Aurthor ponder for a moment, not sure if telling the truth to a toddler intelligent fluff ball would get through that her wings were useless. He decided to bite the bullet and tell her the truth, "Blueberry, you’re wings are not going to allow you to fly. They are too small for you."The gentile voice proved to be his undoing.
“NU! BWUEBEWWY WAN FWY! WAN FWY WIGH NOW,” Blueberry, in her rage, was crying for her dreams had been crushed.
“Blueberry,” Blueberry interrupted Aurthor in a determined fury.
“NU! WIAW! YOU WIE TO FWUFFY! WIE TO BWUEBEWWY! GONNA SHOW YOU! GONNA SHOW YOU AWW DAT BWUEBEWWY CAN FWY!”
“Yell at me again, and you’ll get the sorry stick and sorry box,” Aurthor warned trying to quell his rambunctious fluffy.
“NU CAWE, WIAW! GONNA FWY AWAY FWOM WYING DADDEH!”
Aurthor’s response was of silence as he grabbed Blueberry hard by the scruff and whisked them away to the master bath.
“Bad upsie! Pweez, daddeh. Fwuffy am sowwy,” her fake pleas fell on dead ears as Aurthor knew she was lying about that.
Aurthor grabbed the sorry stick hanging on the wall beside the tub and hoisted Blueberry over and began to bring the sorry stick down hard on her rump.
“SCREEEEEEE!! WOWSTEST HUWTIES! PWEEZ DADDEH! FWUFFY AM SOWWY!”
Again, another fury of swats came raining down on her behind none of them any gentler than the first.
“You done? Calling me a liar while you pretend to be sorry?” Aurthor’s blood still boiled as her lifted her eye level, but still out of reach of any retaliation. “You done being a brat now? I tell you that you can’t fly so you don’t go off and get yourself hurt, but you just have to push it. You never realized that you could never fly and will never fly because of your wings!”
Blueberry was chirping like a baby while she sucked on her front hoof like a toddler sucking their thumb. Aurthor let out a long sigh and deposited the chirping mess of a fluffy into a tight, plastic carrier, and closes the lid; enveloping Blueberry in a near perfect darkness. Aurthor closed the door and resume what he was doing leaving Blueberry to think about what she had done.
Blueberry, finally recovering from the first part of her punishment, tried to move around, but was confined to the small sorry box that her lying daddeh put her in. A thought crossed her tiny little head as she waited many forever to be let out of her unjust prison. What if daddeh didn’t know because he didn’t have wings?
“Siwwy daddeh,” she thought aloud to herself, “nu undastand 'cuz you nu hav wingies wike Bwuebewwy.”
She smiled and hummed to herself knowing she could prove her daddeh wrong; that she could fly.
Aurthor came in not to long after to check on Blueberry. She had been in the sorry box for about twenty minutes, and Aurthor wanted to see if she had learned her lesson. To his surprise, Blueberry was humming away, about her plan to help her daddeh understand, which shocked Aurthor since he read they mostly cry and beg to be let out. Aurthor bent down to see if the had gone completely insane.
“Hey, Blueberry. Is the sorry box not a good punishment for you? Should I just stick with the sorry stick?”
Blueberry gasped at the sight her her daddeh, “Bwuebewwy sowwy, daddeh. Bwuebewwy undastand why daddeh put Bwuebewwy in sowwy boxie. Can wet out su can go tu nummie pwace?”
Aurthor, still bewildered by his fluffy’s lack of wrong doing, took her to the kitchen as instructed. He sat her on the counter trying to inspect any damage that could have caused this irregular behavior. Blueberry calmly waddled over to the small window overlooking the park.
“Daddeh, pweez open dis nu see waww su Bwuebewwy can get fwesh airsies.” Aurthor opening up the small window was curious on what Blueberry had planned while in isolation.
Without warning, Blueberry raved towards the window and leapt out full fluffy force, flapping her wings with all her might. The buzzing sound of victory rang in her ears as she opened her eyes to see the ground coming up fast. She wasn’t flying, she was falling. She had no time to scream as the fragile body was crushed under the force of gravity and her stupid decision. The last thought that filled her collapsed skull was that her daddeh was right.
Aurthor, just watched as his fluffy jump out the window, was stunned that he was outsmarted by an idiot fluffy. He looked down at the corpse of poor, stupid Blueberry. The four stories was enough to kill anything that fragile upon impact. Aurthor sighed, closed the window, and went back to his chair to nurse the rest of his beer.
He shook his head as he ponder if he should get a new fluffy. He might head to the fluffy mart and pick up a unicorn fluffy. He heard that they were about as easy to trick into killing themselves.
