In a forest, a litter of Venus fluff trap foals wake up, their stomachs empty. “Mother, we’re hungry” they whined. Their mother leads them to a clearing, where a herd of feral fluffies are just waking up. “Now, it’s time for me to teach you how to hunt so you may be able to provide for a family of your own” their mother said. A mix of excited chatter arose quickly. “Hide in those bushes and leave your tails poking out” she ordered. The foals dove into the brush, doing as their mother said. Soon enough, some colts, fillies and a smarty foal walked towards the sweet smelling flowers, their tummies rumbling. Pushing through the other foals, the smarty foal clamped his teeth on a petal, before being yanked harshly into the bush. Vines emerged from the Venus fluff trap foal’s fluff pinning the smarty foal to the ground. “Wet go, dummeh ow get-“ the vines slowly choked the foal before he fell unconscious. The foal was quickly tied up with the vines. The other foals ignored the smarty, and one by one, we’re picked off. “Congratulations my children, you’ve all successfully caught your own prey now , let’s leave before the adults notice that their children are missing. When we arrive at home, we will learn how to store them”
Later
The smarty foal and the other foals awake to find themselves hanging in a tree, beside a nest. A chorus of distressed cries alerted the Venus fluff trap foals and their mother. “First we shall learn about skinning them, as their soft fluff provides bedding for us” she says. The Venus fluff trap foals all grab their prey. “Make a slit near the genitals” vines emerged from their fluff as they cut a slit in the foals as pained and distressed yelling filled the air.”Mummah! sabe babbeh!” the smarty cried. “Reach inside,grab a hind leg and simply pull.
**Later **
A pile of foal pelts pad the floor of the nest, the many foals lay dead on the floor of the nest, all but the smarty. “You may now feast, children”. Their mother says.