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Mummah felt something strange, something like a huggie but without fluff, then warm wawas, then being wrapped in something warm and fluffy. Her fever was very high, and she drifted in and out of delirium. At some point she felt something hard in her mouth and tasted something like milkies.
Her nightmares grew more and more abstract: Her special friend dying, her foals getting crushed, now instead of the spray foam filling the hole in the wall was her red bebbeh who grew bigger and bigger until the whole house exploded.
âBebbeh nee miwkies mummah!â Bebbeh cried before reaching down to latch onto her milkie places. He sucked and pulled mummah completely into his mouth. Everything felt wet and cold. And then she woke to a song from a voice she didnât recognize.
âMummah Wub Bebbehs! Bebbehs Wub Mummah! Dwink Wots Ob Miwkies! Gwow Big An Stwong!â
She was lying somewhere soft. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around. Bebbeh had a clear thing in his mouth nearby that looked like it was filled with milkies.
The singing was coming from a bright blockie thingie. On it was an unfamiliar brown mare with a blonde mane singing to her foals.
Bebbeh saw that mummah was awake and rolled over to pull himself onto his feet. Mummah was surprised at the sight of him. He went from twice as big as her to three times her size. He no longer looked emaciated and the dullness in his fluff had gone away.
He had grown a lot since last bright time. But was it yesterday? She felt like she had been sleeping for so long.
And where were they exactly? Looking around, mummah took in what was clearly a saferoom to any normal fluffy. To her it was strange and brightly colored.
âMummah! Mummah am wakies!â Bebbeh cried out as he tackled mummah and hugged her tightly. Mummah returned the hug with confusion.
The door to the saferoom opened.
âNow whatâs all this commotion? Oh, is your momma finally feeling better?â
Mummah made eye contact with the Human Bean and immediately panicked.
âMUNSTAH! BEBBEH! WUN WAY!â She cried.
Forcing her way out of his embrace, mummah began turning in circles looking for a way to escape. The only way out was the door, and the human bean was standing right in her way.
âWuh?â Bebbeh asked.
âHUWWY BEBBEH! NEE CHU 'SCAPE MEANIE BEAN!â Mummah began to sprint for the door. Bebbeh followed her confusedly.
As she approached the door, the woman reached down and grabbed mummah with one hand firmly around her torso so she couldnât wriggle free.
Mummah closed her eyes tightly and let out a stream of poopies in terror as she awaited the end. âNU WAN BEBBEH CHU GU FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! WUN BEBBEH! NEE WUN WAY!â
âWhoa there, girl! Whatâs the matter?â the lady asked, now scooping a willing bebbeh up and cradling him in her other arm. Bebbeh cooâd softly.
Mummah was confused, why wasnât she getting hurties? Slowly she peeked through her closed eyes and saw the meanie bean had caught babbeh too.
âPWEASE NU GIB MUMMAHâS BEBBEH FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! HE AM HIC ONWY WI- AM ONWY BEBBEH! HICâ
Mummah was sobbing hysterically now.
âIâm not going to hurt your baby, ok?â The bean said. An obvious lie since all human beans were munstahs.
âNUU! MEANIE BEANS AWW GIBE FWUFFIE HUWTIES! DEY AM WOWSTEST MUNSTAHS!â
âWhat? Meanie Bean? What are you talking about?â
Mummah sniffled and tried to collect her thoughts. âMeanie beens HIC gib mummah hewd an spechow fwen HIC an bebbehs fowebah HIC sweepies! Nebah nicie tu HIC fwuffeh! Onwy saddies an HIC heawt huwties an fowebah HIC sweepies!â
âBut Iâm not a meanie bean? My name is Margaret and youâre safe now.â
âNuu! Dat am wie! Aww huumun beens am meanie beens!â
âHuman beans⌠Human beings? Oh, you poor sweetie. Most humans love fluffies. Iâm so sorry that someone hurt your family, but you and your baby are safe now with me.â
Margaret pushed the door shut behind her and bent down to set mummah and bebbeh down on the carpet, careful to avoid the poopies that mummah had just released.
âHic Weawwy?â
âWeawwy!â Bebbeh chimed in with a wide smile on his face. âNice wady gib bebbeh miwkie nummies an gib mummah meddie-sin tu make sickie huwties gu way!â
Mummah had trouble processing all this. Human beans hurt fluffies. But this one wasnât hurting her or babbeh. Maybe she was telling the truth.
Mummah looked up at the nice beanâs smiling face. Then around the room. The soft bed she had been laying on. The toys strewn about, even bebbehs walnut ball. Her eyes returned to the bright box where the mummah song had just been playing.
The singing brown mare had been replaced with a commercial.
A Pink mare walked up to a small blue fluffy, âAm suu smaww! Am dat bebbeh?â
The blue fluffy uncurled itself and revealed itself to be a full-grown stallion.
âNo!â A little girl and apparently the pink mareâs owner cried. âItâs a Microfluff!â Before picking it up with the mare and hugging them both tightly. Both fluffies hugging their human mummah back.
Mummahâs tiny brain tried hard to understand. If there were big fluffies and then microfluffs. Then there must be fluffies even smaller than her! It was all too much, and her legs grew weak.
Mummah fainted.
When she came to, she was on the bed again with Margaret and bebbeh sitting right beside her.
âYou had a little fall. Is my tiny little momma, ok?â
âWuh.â Mummah asked. Ready to repeat the sprint for safety at the sight of a human bean before the memory of just before repeated.
âWhy donât you have something to eat. You must be very tired. You had an awful fever.â
Mummah sniffed at the bowl of kibble that was pushed up to her face. It smelled like Sketti Puffs. She gently bit into one, it was soft like dough, and it tasted very sweet, like a cherry tomato! It was much better than a sketti puff or a cherry tomato!
Mummah scarfed down the whole bowl greedily. She stopped and looked up at Margaret. âBuh wai huumun been nicies tu fwuffeh?â
Margaret giggled. âBecause I love fluffies. My mom and her mom loved fluffies too!â This safe room was my grandmaâs saferoom for her fluffy Daisy.
âNow I have a question for you.â Margaret continued. âWhy is a little micro mare raising a regular fluffy foal.â
The gears turned in mummahâs head. Where was this micro mare and a regular foal. It was just her and her big bebbeh.
âWewe am micwo? Mummah nu am see fwuffy?â Mummah asked, lifting her hooves to check underneath just in case she stepped on it. âOnwy mummah an big bebbeh!â
Margeret smiled realizing she was dealing with a truly feral fluffy. âYou are silly. You are a micro fluffy and your big baby is regular fluffy.â
Mummahâs head spun.
âSo how did you end up with your baby?â
Bebbeh looked at Margaret with confusion. Mummahs just had bebbehs. That was just the way it was.
Mummah looked away from Margaretâs face. âMeanie gib mummahâs bebbehs fowebah sweepies! Den mummah finâ bigges bebbeh aww awone cwyin fow miwkies!â
The revelation that bebbeh was adopted surprised him and he gasped. They bore such a striking resemblance that he never would have guessed.
âMummah nu wan nudda bebbeh gu fowebah sweepies! Su mummah gib bebbeh miwkies an huggies an wub!â
Mummah looked at the look of surprise of Bebbeh and Margaretâs face and she felt she may have said something wrong.
âMummah nu am bebbeh feef! Mummah wub bebbeh! Pwease nu take bebbeh âway!â She started to sob.
âNo one is going to take your baby.â Margeret interrupted. Consoling mummah by stroking her mane.
âIn fact. Iâm going to take care of you both from now on. Iâll be your new momma.â
Bebbehâs face welled with tears. âNu wan nyu mummah! Bebbeh wub bebbehâs mummah!â He cried as he scooped up his mummah. She almost looked like a stuffy friend in his hooves.
âNo. I meant like⌠I will give you food and take care of you.â Margaret stammered. âYour momma will be your momma, but Iâll be like both of your mommaâs too! Is that ok?â
Mummah thought for a moment. It was warm, dry, had lots of nummies, and most importantly bebbeh was finally safe and had a full tummy.
âAm otay!â She sniffed with a smile on her face.
âBebbeh hab? Twu mummahs?â Bebbeh said with confusion, still holding mummah in his hooves.
âSo. If you are going to live here. I need to know what to call you. Do momma and baby have names?â Margeret asked.
âNuuâŚâ Mummah said. âHewd gu fowebah sweepies âfowe mummah am namesieâŚâ
âAww. Thatâs ok. Letâs see. Youâre soo red! Like a big olâ tomato!â
âBebbeh am âmatow?â Bebbeh asked.
âIâm not sure. What do you think momma?â
Mummah did love tomatoes, and she loved bebbeh even more. âOtay! Chuh-may-tow am pwetty namesie!â
âNow how about you? Such a lovely shade of green.â Margaret thought for a moment. âHow about Green Bean?â
Mummah was confused. She wasnât a bean. âNu undastan! Yuu am been! Fwuffeh nu am been!â
Margaret chuckled. âIâm a human bean. You arenât a human, but you can still be a bean. And since you did such a good job of taking care of your baby. I think you would make a great Green Bean.â
Mummah thought for a moment more. âOtay. Mummah wub nyu namesie! Mummah am be bestest Gween Been ebah!â
With that, Green Bean the Mummah lived as happily ever after as a fluffy could in her saferoom with her bebbeh Tomato.
Soon Tomato was weaned off milk and was eating kibbles like a big fluffy. He had wacky hijinks at fluffcare and the fluffpark. Other fluffies would mistake his mummah in his mane for a foal. And Tomato got into a few fights to keep meanie fluffies from giving her hurties.
Even when Tomato became a stallion with a special friend himself, he never forgot his mummah. He would curl up in a fluffpile with her and ask her to sing his favorite song.
âMummah Wub Bebbeh! Bebbeh Wub Mummah! Dwink Wots Ob Miwkies! Gwow Big An Stwong!â
Because bebbeh loved his tiny mummah.
