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The next day, mummah woke to the smell of bad poopies. Her new bebbeh had made poopies right in her face. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a widdle bebbeh after all. Well, maybe not widdle.
She gave him lickie cleanies and tried to drag the soiled grass from her nest outside. Covered in poopies herself, she spent most of the morning licking her own fluff clean while crying quietly over the bad taste. This babbeh needed way more licky cleanies to clean up after than all her foals combined had ever needed.
The foal drank more and more milkies. She dragged some big leaves in and used them to collect poopies. After two days she even convinced her bebbeh to crawl over and use it like a poopie pile which saved her a lot of time grooming both of their fluff.
After his very first meal, his appetite had waned slightly, and she was able to keep him fed. Although she had been afraid to venture too far searching for nummies and she supplemented her diet by nibbling at her bed of dead grass.
One morning while feeding her rapidly growing foal and singing her mummah song. She felt his lips sounding out against her tummy.
“mm-mmah” He pulled away gently. His eyes opening ever so slightly. “mummah… wub…”
Mummah beamed with pride at her foal’s first words.
Over the next several bright times, mummah’s precious red bebbeh started growing bigger than mummah. He was a good bebbeh that was good at listening to mummah. He would stay quiet when she asked whenever she heard human beans. He would make poopies where she asked which was good because she hated licking up his messes. And he was learning more and more words, which was good because he could tell mummah how much he loved her.
But most importantly, he was starting to be able to stumble around the nest on his own as his leggies started to work. Which was good because mummah had run out of nest grassies and needed to look for more numies to make milkies.
Mummah was finding her nest to be becoming very hard now as only green plastic lay underneath her. She was a good mummah through and wouldn’t abandon her babbeh just for better nummies.
“Otay bebbeh! Am time tu fowwow mummah tu fin’ nummies fow miwkies!”
“Weawwy? bebbeh am espwowe tugeddah wit mummah!? Mummah am bestest mummah ebah!”
Mummah worried a little, her fluff blended well with the grass but his stood out like a sore hoof. She made sure he stayed close to bushes if he ever needed to hide. Her only saving grace was that she never actually saw human beans in this yard.
Bebbeh followed mummah and was so excited to see all the strange things in the garden outside their little nest. flowers, trees, bugs, sometimes wingy friends that sang pretty songs like mummah.
Bebbeh found a strange brown ball that had fallen from a tree and brought it back to the nest. He was able to reach berries and leaves that mummah couldn’t.
This continued for a few days with bebbeh stretching his legs as he ran and played while mummah ate. When they returned to the nest, he would kick the walnut shell that he called a ball around.
But bebbeh still needed milkies and couldn’t chew on the tough grassies nummies like Mummah.
Every day turned into nothing but nummy finding. Her milkie places had been struggling to keep him fed but now they were empty as soon as she made more milkies.
“Pwease mummah. Bebbeh hab tummeh huwties. Pwease can hab miwkies?” He asked.
“Sowwy bebbeh buh mummah nu am hab miwkies wite nao.” Mummah replied with sadness. She loved her foal so much, she wished he didn’t have to go hungry.
“Bebbeh awways wisten tu mummah. Am gud bebbeh. Pwease jus’ widdle miwkies?”
“Sowwy bebbeh… Neechu waiwt jus’ a widdle fow miwkie pwaces tu wisten tu mummah an make miwkies.”
Bebbeh pouted and walked over to the corner of the nest that was the watering can’s spout. Only his hindquarters remained in her sight.
“Mummah nu wub bebbeh nu mowe. huu…huu…” He cried quietly to himself. Love had been synonomous with milkies as long as he had know her.
Mummah’s heart ached at her adopted son’s pain.
Eventually after it had become dark time again, her milkie places filled and she went to get him for dinner. He had cried himself to sleep and his face fluff was crusty with dried tears. She gave his face licky cleanies to wake him and began to feed him.
Half awake, he sucked down what little milk she could provide her growing foal.
She sang gently to him.
“Mummah wub bebbeh. Bebbeh wub mummah. Dwink wots ob miwkies. Gwow big an stwong.”
Mummah hadn’t kept count, nor was a fluffy capable of doing so, but she had been raising bebbeh for ten days since she had found him. Since then, he had grown from about two thirds of her size to double her size.
Every day was a struggle to feed him. She was unable to maintain a bed of soft grassies, the only thing she could lay on were leaves too tough for even her to chew on.
Bebbeh stopped playing a three days ago and laid around the nest mummah had made in their watering can. His empty stomach pain was too distracting for him to do anything else.
While he continued to grow despite his hunger, his stomach grew thinner, and his red fluff looked duller. His eyes looked sunken in and his cheeks hollow. Mummah worked very hard to find nummies for milkies but he was just so big.
Why was there a babbeh this big? She worried because he still looked like a foal and wouldn’t be able to eat solid nummies until he was a proper colt.
Mummah couldn’t sleep well at night because of the stress. She would watch her bebbeh sleep restlessly and mumble to himself, often saying words like “hungwy” and “mummah”. All she could do was comfort him with her mummah song.
She herself was growing more and more tired but couldn’t do anything to stop it.
While eating grass nummies one morning, she felt sick to her stomach. She coughed and hacked, and finally heaved. Grassie nummies all slimy with bitter tummy wawas spilled from her mouth.
“Gwassies nuu! Pwease stay in tummeh! Nee’ nummies tu make miwkies fow bestest bebbeh! He am gud bebbeh!”
She tried to swallow her vomit but only made it halfway through the pile before it worked its way back up.
“Huu huu…” Mummah stumbled back to her nest, feeling very sicky now.
“Mummah… hab miwkies?” Bebbeh asked.
Mummah looked away in shame “Sowwy bebbeh. Mummah hab wowstest tummy huwties…nu am hab miwkies nao.”
She laid down and shuddered as chills overtook her body. She woke to the sound of rain. Bright time was already ending. She looked over and saw a pile of damp wildflowers next to her.
Beside her was her bebbeh, fur damp and legs caked in mud from looking for nummies for mummah. Bebbeh had tufts of tail and mane fluff growing in a yellow green shade similar to her own mane. She wrapped her hooves around him as best as she could to warm him while she ate the nummies he had found.
He mumbled in his sleep.
“…mummah wub bebbeh… bebbeh wub mummah… wots ob miwkies… big an stwong…”
As soon as the first not so bright times began again, mummah set out looking for nummies. The rain had not subsided but bebbeh needed milkies. Her tummy hurt and she was tired from having sickies the previous day.
Mummah’s fluff was soaked through almost immediately and cold chilled her to the bone, but that hardly stopped her. The mud did though, and she had to slog through puddles, dragging her tummy through them and feeling not pretty from it.
She found that various soggy flowers and berries had fallen from their bushes in the heavy rain and began numming on them ravenously. While she couldn’t see far, she had a good familiarity with the yard now and was able to find bushes with good nummies even as her see places were pelted with stinging raindrops.
When she could no longer stuff any more food down, she dragged herself back to the nest. Soaked through, the watering can, and rough leaves of her nest offered neither warmth nor dryness to her.
“Bebbeh! Mummah hab miwlkies!” Mummah gasped. She tries to push the mud off her milkie places with her equally muddy hooves.
Bebbeh weakly walked over to mummah with a halfhearted smile. “Bebbeh am suu wowwies… sky wawas am scawy. Bebbeh had heawt scawies dat mummah nu come back.” He wrapped his hooves around her neck, warming her with his embrace.
Only once the two fluffs were equally soggy did he begin to drink the milkies she had made for him.
They both stayed in a damp fluffpile the rest of the day trying their hardest to stay warm.
The next not so bright time had even more sky wawas. Mummah went out for a bit but immediately felt weak. Her head pounded and she collapsed in the mud that had formed from their poopie pile right outside the watering can.
Watching mummah struggling to stand from just inside the watering can’s opening, bebbeh squeezed out of the opening of the watering can which he was now outgrowing and tottered out into the mud to drag mummah back in.
After getting her inside he began giving her licky cleanies. They tasted bad and he huuhuu’d as he did but he couldn’t let his pretty mummah stay covered in such a gross not pretty thing.
Mummah faded into unconsciousness. She had a nightmare, she was in the wall again with her special friend, but instead of her chirpy foals was bebbeh. The dream played out as in real life with bebbeh getting crushed by the big meanie bean.
When she awoke again, her head pounded and yet again she found a pile of flower nummies. The rain had reduced to a trickle. When she tried to stand, her legs gave out from under her, and she lacked the energy to try standing again.
Bebbeh wobbled over to her and nudged the flower nummies towards her mouth. “Mummah nee chu num nummies.” She nummed on them slowly. Choking them down throughout the day. From the stains in his face fluff, she could see that he had resorted to eating poopies.
She felt bad tummy hurties and felt a burning in her poopie place. Unable to get to the poopie pile outside, nor able to hold it in any longer. She let out a long stream of wet poopies. The whole nest began to smell terrible.
“Huu huu. Mummah am bad fwuffeh. Nu make gud poopies.” She managed to weakly gasp.
Bebbeh came over and gave her licky cleanies he gagged the whole while and afterwards went and drank water from a puddle outside to get the taste out of his mouth.
Bebbeh returned to mummah with a mouthful of wildflowers and licked her face to comfort her.
Bebbeh sang to her as best as he could. “Bebbeh wub mummah! Mummah wub bebbeh! Num aww nummies! Nu mowe saddies!”
Mummah did her best to eat but only grew more sick. By the end of the fourth day the rain had finally subsided.
The very next morning, the sky ball shined, wingie friends sang, flower nummies bloomed, and mummah slept. Bebbeh was very worried. His tummy hurt from hunger, and he wanted milkies very much. But even more than that, he wanted mummah to feel better.
He tried to eat plant nummies but his teeth were too soft. Swallowing them whole just made him make sickie wawas. The only thing he could manage to eat were poopies. He hated it but it was the only way to make his tummy hurties go away.
Bebbeh used what little energy he had to venture out and find nummies for mummah.
He waddled very far away trying to find plants that had low hanging nummies that neither he nor mummah had picked yet. But the only place he hadn’t explored was the strange big place that wasn’t made of nummies and mummah always said to stay away from it.
Little did he know, it was called a house. And this house had been abandoned for many months ever since the previous owner died.
But he loved his mummah very much and if he had to go somewhere dangerous or scary to make her feel better, he would do it.
Puffing out his cheeks he waddled towards the deck covered in potted plants and miraculously scaled the stairs. His little hooves ached as he ascended each step, and he made a little trail of poops behind him as he strained.
He made it all the way up and plopped down, legs splayed in all directions to catch his breath.
Just then, the back door of the house opened and two big thingies that bebbeh had never seen before stepped out.
“Oh, is this grandma’s garden?” a woman said.
“Oh wow, it’s so overgrown. I’m surprised it survived that big blizzard last thanksgiving.” another said.
They both looked down at the potted plants on the deck, half of which were dead, and made eye contact with bebbeh.
“Hewwo!”
