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When Mummah woke up, the sky wawas had stopped and her fluff had mostly dried. It was warm again, but she felt chills, and her breathing place was stuffy. Her leggies felt really tired and her thinky place constantly pounded.
She looked for nummies. It was not a difficult endeavor as there were lots of tall grassies and flower nummies outside for her to eat. But, as delicious as they should have tasted, she had no appetite. Sometimes her tummy had hurties and made her throw them up.
While gathering nummies from the plants around her watering can, she would grab up grassies and drag them inside to make a soft bed to lie in. It was nothing like the soft white socks that daddeh would find but it was better than the floor.
This happened for three bright times and three dark times but felt like many forevers. Images of her dead foals and partner haunted her fevered dreams.
She finally had enough energy to venture out further into this yard as her sicky feelings went away. Her milky places hurt too. They had grown swollen and painful without her foals to feed.
As she explored, she looked for other fluffies. The only fluffies she had known had been her old herd and her special friend. Still, there must be other fluffies, she just knew it. It was the only hope that she had to stave off the empty feeling in her chest.
She missed having friends and family to talk to and give huggies to. She missed her foals. Her milkie places were tender as they had grown full without her foals to feed. She hated being a mummah no more.
She wondered where she could find fluffies, where did they live? She looked in all the places she would consider making a nest. All the tiny little holes outside the sight of big meanie beans!
She heard them sometimes, the meanie beans, voices beyond the fences and bushes. When she heard them, she would flatten herself in the grass and wait for the voices to grow distant before continuing on.
But her searching was of no use. All she found were buggies and sometimes a frog. She had to be careful since they were scary looking, and she was afraid they would eat her if she got too close.
When she didn’t see big human beans around, she would call out for fluffies. “Hewwo? Annehfwuffeh dewe? Mummah am hab bigges’ heawt huwties! Mummah nee’ huggies pwease!”
No one ever replied. One day while doing this, the pain in her heart was exceptionally bad. She doubled over and began to sob, hugging her tail as she cried. She tried to sing to make the heart hurties go away.
The mummah song was all she knew, but she felt bad singing it since she was no longer a mummah and to a fluffy’s tiny mind it was like telling a lie.
She always loved being called mummah by her special friend and had looked forward to the day her foals could talk to call her mummah too.
Still, the pain of telling lies was less than the pain in her heart so she began to chirp her lullaby out to no one in particular.
“Mummah wub bebbehs… bebbehs wub mummah… dwink wots ob…”
“Peep”
“Wuh?”
“Peep” It sounded like a scared foal.
“Bebbeh?” Mummah stood up and began to look around for the source of the sound.
“Peep”
“Mummah heaw bebbeh!” She walked in the direction of the sound and listened as it grew louder.
“Peep Peep”
She saw some red fluff tucked away in some grassies.
“Fwuffeh?” She asked now, running with excitement.
It looked like another fluffy. It was too big to be a foal. It must be another mummah she thought, getting closer and closer. Too excited to control her hooves as she kept stumbling and flopping onto her face.
“Peep”
This mummah must be comforting her bebbehs. Soon she was right on top of the red fluffy. Curled up in a ball, it must be a mare nursing her foals.
“Hewwo nyu fwen! Fwuffeh am mummah! Am yuu a mummah mawe tuu?” Mummah asked. Mummah was a mummah no more, but she didn’t know what else to call herself.
The red blob wiggled and rolled towards her with closed eyes. It wasn’t a mare; it was a giant foal.
“Peep”
Mummah looked down at the foal; It was almost as big as her. What was wrong with this fluffy, it had no mane, no tail fluff. It was bigger than all her foals had been put together. It should be walking and talking and have opened its eyes. Instead, it wiggled about like a newborn chirpy.
“Uh… Yuu am bebbeh?” Mummah asked.
“Peep Peep” The foal cried more frantically at the sound of mummah now right next to it.
She looked him over and tried to make sense of his size. She could see that he was a boy. She thought of the mummah song. “Bebbeh dwink WOTS ob miwkies! Buh… wai bebbeh nu see pwacies am wowkies yet?”
“Peep Peep Peep” The foal wiggled and writhed. and began flopping towards mummah.
“Wewe am bebbeh’s mummah?” the mare asked. Looking around she saw tufts of fluff and a few large black feathers in the grass near the foal.
“Bebbeh’s mummah nu am hewe.” The possibilities flittered through her miniscule imagination. “Am bebbeh’s mummah gu aweh?”
“Peep Peep”
Mummah’s eyes welled with tears. “Poow bebbeh am aww awone! Nu am hab mummah ow daddeh ow bwuddahs an sissues nu mowe! Dat am suu saddies!” Mummah cried out, wrapping her front hooves around the giant bebbeh in a warm hug.
Peep The foal cried out again, not from fear now but from the comfort mummah provided her. His hooves pressed against her in sort of a floppy hug from a uncoordinated newborn learning how to move its limbs.
Mummah held on for a long time, as the physical contact washed away her heart hurties. When she finally pulled away, she got stuck. The foal was sucking on her mane.
“Pwease Bebbeh! Mummah fwuff nu am nummies!” She tugged and tugged, crying “owies” as she did until finally her mane came free.
“Peep Peep Peep” The foal started to cry and flail frantically.
Mummah looked down at the foal in panic. It was making lots of noise and might attract a munstah, or worse, a human bean!
“Wai bebbeh cwyin’?” She asked, looking down at him. She saw him mouthing at the air like her foals had when they had been hungry.
“Bebbeh wan miwkies?”
“Peep Peep Peep” He kept crying but perked up at the word.
Mummah began tiptoeing between her hooves. She could give him nummies. Her milkie places hurt very badly after all. It was a solution to both their problems.
But what if his mummah was just looking for nummies and came back, she might accuse mummah of being a bebbeh thief. He was a pretty baby so it wasn’t like his mummah would just abandon him.
“Peep Peep”
Mummah looked at the foal and saw his ribs were showing. She couldn’t let him stay hungry. She moved one of her milkie places to his mouth and he latched on immediately. Sucking hungrily, he drank all the milk in no time flat. Letting go, he peeped for more and she moved her other milkie place to his mouth.
She felt glad to have the pressure relieved. The sensation of sucking calmed her too and filled her heart with a familiar feeling. She hugged the babbeh as he drank. He felt love and comfort which he had not felt in some time alongside the sensation of his hunger subsiding.
His sucking slowed and just as her second milk place was almost empty, he let go with a little burp and spit up some milkies. Waggling his tail nub with contentment.
Mummah looked down at the little red colt. “Dewe dewe. Bebbeh am otay nao!”
Looking around, mummah noticed the sky ball was getting low and it would be dark time soon. She would have to get back to her nest in the watering can.
She got up and started walking back but then stopped. She turned around and looked at the colt. Indecision gripped her. She couldn’t stay out here but she couldn’t abandon him either. In that moment, she decided she would be his new mummah.
Tippy tapping her hooves she thought of what to do. She couldn’t carry him in her neck fluff, he was too big. A fluff that size should walk.
“Otay bebbeh! Am dawkie times soon! Fowwow mummah!” she said as she took a few steps.
Turning back to make sure he was following; she saw him still laying on his back and wriggling without any coordination. He was making it very difficult for her.
She trotted back “Gud bebbeh fowwow mummah otay?” staring at his face sternly to make sure he heard her.
“Peep”
She sighed, realizing he wasn’t even the kind of chirpy that knew what a mummah was saying. She worried he might be a dummy baby if he got this big without doing anything.
She gently grabbed his tail nub and began pulling. Tug. “Peep” Tug Tug “Peep” Tug “Peep”
The foal cried with distress as she slowly maneuvered him back to her nest. By the time she could see the watering can, the sky ball had gone away and only twilight shone above the horizon.
She got him inside just as the last evidence of daylight disappeared. She felt very tired and hungry after pulling the foal for what felt like forever and began to num the brown grassies that made her bed, feeling her milk places already filling again.
She pulled the foal into her belly fluff and tried to get sleep. He instinctively found her milky places and began to suck again.
She felt a warm motherly feeling fill her heart. She wrapped her hooves around him and began to gently sing.
“Mummah wub bebbeh. Bebbeh wub mummah. Dwink wots ob miwkies. Gwow big an stwong.”
