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“Paco fink dis am bewy bad!” A dusty brown stallion called out to his purple & yellow alicorn friend named Cosmos. The spechaw fluffy was standing up waaaayyyy high on a chair, looking smugly down to the audience below. That audience being Paco and his best friend in the whole world, Tex. Tex happened to be a mono yellow stallion whose owner always affixed with a bolo tie for some reason.
“Hab bestest wingies. Goan fwy waaayyy oveh wittabox an’ give kissy-wickies to aw da pwetty mares.” How had Cosmos even gotten up on the chair to begin with? There was no ramp leading up to it, no staircase he could have possibly finagled. This mystery was underscored by the inherent danger Paco knew about. Daddeh said when you dropped something, it could break. Couldn’t Cosmos break!? What if his wingies didn’t work as intended?
“Fwy! Fwy! Fwy!” Tex was the complete opposite of Paco in this scenario. He wanted to see the alicorn do loop-da-loops. Maybe even catch a rainbow and bring it down so they could all play with it. Truly his imagination was aflame with all the possibilities.
Getting as far back as he could on the chair, Cosmos looked down to his friends. He was already the most popular fluffy at Bernice’s Fluffy Daycare but this would truly solidify things. Every fluffy here would want to be just like him.
“Otay fwends. Naow it am time for bestest twicksie.” Wings fluttering majestically, he galloped right off the chair. For a moment he really felt as if he’d go soaring out over the litterbox below him. Instead of soaring out across the room to the adoration of everyone present, he plummeted face first down to the poopy-laden litter below.
FWUMP!
Paco watched in horror as Cosmos went facefirst down into a pile of turds. For a moment the alicorn’s back legs gave several spasms before growing still. His wings gave a lazy, broken cant off to the side. Tex gave a tilt of his head.
“Commos, dis twick nu am fun. Yew am in stinky poopies.” Wandering into the litterbox, he pushed the alicorn’s head a bit with one hoof. It jiggled around and showed that Cosmos was most definitely not OK. Booboo wawa trickled out from his nose and past his mouth. One eye was kind of bulging out in it’s socket and there was a funny lump sticking out on his neck. Mouth dropping open, Paco shook his head.
“NUUHUU! Tex, Commos am fowebbah sweepies! EEEEEE!” The nervous fluffy began running around in circles out of pure desperation. This wasn’t good! What if Bernice found out that they had been involved in this!? She was normally a very nice lady but, BUT!
“Tex, fwuffys am goan tu sowwy-box! Suuuu big twoubew!” Looking down to the clearly deceased alicorn, Paco stepped into the litterbox to let out some scaredy peepees that needed to come out. He didn’t need to add to an already bad situation!
Giving a shake of his head, Tex huuhuu’d at the thought of going to the sorry-box. That’s where bad fluffies went. A horrible place!
“Otay Paco. Wha if…Commos nu am fowebba sweepies.” A big thought for a fluffy. One that Paco didn’t immediately get. Quizzically looking to his pal, Tex demonstrated what he meant by easing Cosmos up by his neck using his teeth. He was able to get the alicorn up out of the litter and it looked like he was standing for a moment.
It clicked in his head! He was really fowebbah sweepies but maybe they could play it off. Such a devious plan. Shouldering up next to Cosmo’s limp body, he pinned the stallion in place with Tex serving as the other buffer.
“Tex, yew am bestest smawty ebah.”
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Bernice, proprietor of this daycare, watched as the two were pulling off the grand scheme of the century. Immediately she could tell Cosmos was dead. It was incredibly obvious. The woman gave a sigh, wrung her hands against her apron. She wasn’t exactly sure WHY they were doing this but…well, she’d let them. What could they harm? That fluffy sure wasn’t going to be getting any more alive. It would be a bitch to explain to it’s owner but the ones with wings were always getting themselves offed in ridiculous ways.
“Mobe oudda da way! Bestest fwuffy Commos am comin’!” It was difficult to manage but the two best friends were able to keep Cosmos sandwiched between them and move him along. Shuffling into the main daycare area, they cinched Cosmos over to a pile of toys and let him drop like a sack of potatoes.
Tex immediately pushed a few blocks over to him. “Otay, naow am hidin’ Commos.” Carefully stacking blocks together, a small wall formed around the deceased stallion. Paco grabbed ahold of a blankie and dragged it up over Cosmo’s head so nofluffy could see how he looked. This was all working so great. No more sorry-box for them.
Being unable to leave Cosmo’s side in fear that a fluffy (or worse, Bernice) would discover his condition they would stand across from each other and slowly push a ball back and fourth. That’s right, they had to play it cool. They weren’t really safeguarding the body of their dead friend. They were just two stallions enjoying a thrilling game of push the ball.
All of this strategy and cleverness would soon be challenged by a pink & purple mare trotting up to the two, her head held high and a bell attached to her collar giving pleasant little chimes with each step. Tex missed his chance at catching the ball and had the rubber toy spiraling off away from him. Paco, meanwhile, darted his eyes around nervously.
“H-Hewwo Cwyzal.” Paco couldn’t stare straight ahead at the mare. Instead both of his eyes went off in different directions. It’s not like she noticed though: Fluffies weren’t exactly noted for their keen observation skills.
“Hewwo Paco! Cwyzal am hewe ‘fo bestest spechaw fwend Commos.” It wasn’t immediately obvious where he was but Crystal saw the tuft of his tail sticking out from beneath the blanket positioned on top of him. As she went to tug the blanket off, Tex stepped in the way and giggled nervously.
“Uhmm, Commos say…am sweepies an’ weab him awone. Otay?” Trying to shoo Crystal away with his hoof, Tex puffed out his cheeks in an attempt to prove a point. Everyone knew if you puffed out your cheeks, things were serious. The mare stuck her tongue out at him though and wasn’t having any of it.
Turning around and fanning her tail around, Crystal wanted one thing. Paco gave a small ‘huu’ and knew something bad was about to happen.
“Commos am sposed to gib Cwyzal spechaw huggies an’ tummy babbehs NAOW! Nu am cawe if sweepies! Gib spechaw huggies!”
What were they supposed to do!? Paco looked over to Tex, then back over to Crystal who was busy presenting herself for Cosmo’s intended duties. Getting over to the blanket wrapped corpse, Tex unraveled it and nodded to Paco.
“Otay Cwyzal! Commos am gettin’ up naow.” Getting what he was supposed to be doing, Paco helped get Cosmos up off the floor and shouldered his body over to the waiting mare. With a few huffs and puffs, the two successfully got the corpse to ‘mount’ her and she seemed none the wiser! Well, she sank down to the floor a bit considering it was nothing but dead weight.
“Gettin’ spechaw huggies from Commos!” Well, as close as Tex and Paco could manage. They were driving the corpse’s hips back and fourth with grunting shoves of their hooves, though this was honestly a lot of work. Crystal seemed to be enjoying it though. Giggling and seemingly thinking she was getting tummy babbehs from a bit of dry humping.
Wait! Tex had an idea. He was full of them today. Letting his share of Cosmos grow slack, Paco seemed confused for a moment before also letting go. Body flopping down to the ground, Tex hopped on top of it and began going to town with the mare. Why not? It was less work than the previous thing and she didn’t even know any better!
“AM COMMOS AN’ AM HABIN’ BESTEST SPECHAW HUGGIES!” Looking up to his friend is disbelief and horror, Paco backed away. He didn’t want to witness anymore of this. Especially since he was giving spechaw huggies right on top of their other friend who was fowebbah sweepies!
“Paco nu am wan see dis…” Grumbling to himself and turning away. It didn’t stop him from hearing ‘BESTEST ENFIES’ and persistent slapping noises. Well if they weren’t going to be in wowstest troubles before, they would now! If Miss Bernice found out they were having spechaw huggies on top of their dead friend while impersonating him, what would even happen then!? Eventually the horrible sounds would end and Tex would confidently stand nearby the mare and her spechaw fwiend after business had settled.
Gasping at the sight of Cosmos laid out on the floor with his tongue sticking out, Crystal practically gave a purr of delight.
“Spechaw fwend hab suuu gud enfies he am sweepin’. Teehee. Gun hab bestest tummy babbehs…” Leaning down to smooch his cheek, Crystal had no more use for the stallion and so left with a proud swish of her tail. Paco went up to inspect Cosmos.
“Naow Commos hab poopies ‘AN nu-nu juice on him!” It was true, the dead fluffy was getting progressively covered in more bodily waste the longer they went along. With a puff of his cheeks, Tex sauntered over and pulled Cosmos up into a standing position. There was a moment of hesitation but Paco filled in the other side.
“Sketti time!” Bernice called out and began rattling a cowbell around. There was a rainbow colored flurry as excited bodies jostled together into the dining area and Tex gave a dark chuckle.
“Tex hab smawty idea.” He exclaimed to the depressed moan of his cohort. What now? Paco was getting so tired of these ideas!
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Bernice was serving up a big helping pot of skettis to all the fluffies in the dining room, and to say this was the highlight of any of their days wasn’t to be understated. Paco and Tex sidled up to the bowls, letting Cosmos plop face down into his.
“Otay Paco. Tex hab smawtiest pwan ebah. Buh…nee’ yew tu wisten.” Tex looked over to his friend with a serious expression as Bernice went down the line of colorful bowls, ladling down heaping spoonfuls of pasta with artificially red sauce. Stopping next to Cosmos, she looked down to him laying facedown in his dish.
“Boys…” Paco squealed with fright. Tex looked off in two different directions, waggling his tails a bit. “Cosmos seems like he’s really ready for skettis today, doesn’t he?” A slurry of steaming noodles and sauce flowed down over the corpse’s head as she continued playing along with this charade. Looking as cool as ever, Tex nudged Paco with a hoof. Shivering a bit, the stallion nodded to the daycare owner.
“P-Paco fink he am wub skettis yis…” As soon as Tex’s portion was allotted to him, he dove down and began slurping and numming it up with record speeds. Stray noodles and splotches of sauce flew everywhere. Looking down to his portion, Paco just felt an uneasy twist in his tummy. Did he really deserve skettis right now?
Finishing up with his bowlful of nummies, Tex turned to slurp up the portion that had been deposited on top of Cosmo’s head. It didn’t take him long, either! He was basically turning into a little skettis possessed munstah. After that was gone, he burped loudly and grabbed Cosmos up by his mane, propping him up so that Paco could fill in on the other side.
“Wha naow?” Was all Paco could lament. Leading off down the line of bowls where fluffies seemed to be enjoying their skettis far more modestly and with greater appreciation, Tex had a big plan in mind.
“Wyndon!” Tex huffed and puffed his cheeks out a small yellow & purple stallion who was carefully slurping up individual noodles at a time. Lyndon looked up from his meal and gave a cautious hoof waggle.
“Hewwo Tex, habbin’ bestest skettis an’…” Reaching out with one hoof and snagging the edge of the bowl, Tex dragged it over to him with a loud scraping noise. Lyndon looked absolutely shocked by this!
“Commos am bestest fwuffy an’ he say gib skettis naow!” Well, there WAS a pecking order around here. Cosmos was the default when it came to being a leader in the daycare. Usually he was a nice fluffy though! Always sharing his toys, giving the bestest huggies, always incredibly considerate. There he was too. Face covered in nu-nu juice, sketti sauce, and splotches of poopies.
Sniffling a bit and giving a small ‘huuhuu’, Lyndon had to watch as Tex gobbled up all of his skettis on what had apparently been Cosmos demand. This wasn’t fair at all! Watching this all go on with a look of horror, Paco shook his head.
“Nuuhuu! Tex dis nu am bein’ gud boy! Dis am bad! Goan be in bigges’ twoubew!” By now, the smarty was getting too drunk on power. Face absolutely covered in strands of noodle and sauce, Paco found that his friend was turning on him for disagreeing!
“Hmph! Tex am tewwin’ nice wady Bewnice yew am da wowstest boy if yew nu wisten!” Watching as his empty bowl got shoved back at him, Lyndon laid down and began crying. Seeing one of his daycare mates being treated in such a way made Paco’s heart sink but what could he do? If Tex went and told Miss Bernice what had happened, he’d go into the sorry-box for sure!
It was pure suffering to go along with this. Tex went to four other different fluffies who were taking their time with skettis, convincing them that Cosmos had said they should give up their food. Tears bubbled up to Paco’s eyes, made tracks down his soft little cheeks. This wasn’t fair at all. One of his friends were fowebbah sweepies and the other one was being the wowstest fwuffy ever. Depression had to take a backseat once Miss Bernice called out to them:
“Nap time!”
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Trotting into the nap room, Cosmos was dumped down onto a little blue mat that each fluffy was allotted. Watching as Miss Bernice went to the front of the room and begin fiddling around with a DVD player, all Paco could think was that a bit of sweepies would be nice. Yeah, maybe once he closed his eyes then opened them again Cosmos would be gone. Back at home things moved all the time when he had sleepies. Not a crazy thought…
Plopping down to his own mat and stretching out, Tex let out a loud fart that had such force it caused his tail to flicker around. Normally such a silly noise would make Paco laugh but not today.
“T-Tex, nee’ tu stawt bein’ good fwuffy.” Miss Bernice had put a Cinnamummah DVD into the player and dimmed the lights. All of the fluffies here knew better than to goof off during naptime, and even if they weren’t sleepy they could at least be entertained by the good life lessons on the teebee.
Trying to relax himself and get into the program, Paco slumped over and focused on the screen. This was familiar and relaxing. Nothing bad ever happened in this world.
This particular episode of Cinnamummah’s Happy Babbehs consisted of the namesake mare and her foals traipsing through several cheesy backdrops like usual, inane chattering intact the entire time. There were lots of huggies, a babbeh making gud poopies, and of course a mini dance party. Then the problem of the episode arose suddenly: Someone had eaten all the sweetie nummies that had been left out!
“Naow babbehs, Cinnymummah nu am maddies wif yew. Buh wyin’ is nu gud.” Paco watched as the fat mare on screen stood over her foals, a matronly expression on her face.
“Weawwy?” One of the babbehs asked. Fidgeting with his tiny hooves, the foal teared up and sniffled. “Babbeh num sweeties.”
Leaning toward the little idiot, Cinnamummah licked his cheek and faced the camera. It zoomed in on her and a boom-mic nearly slapped into her head as things were getting serious.
“Wememba! Gud fwuffies nu teww wies!” It lingered on her face for a few moments, her eyes going to the side for a few moments. There was a moment of silence where a thwapping noise could be heard along with a foal exclaiming ‘OWWIES!’ before the camera pulled back to reveal the full happy family again. Except for the foal who had been caught lying. It happened to be nowhere in sight which meant that filming may have been a bit more realistic than other programs.
Well all Paco was up to all day had been one lie after another. Letting Tex get away with bad behavior. Maybe…maybe Miss Bernice wouldn’t put him in the sorry-box if he came clean with what had happened. Turning around on his mat and staring through the dull lighting of the room, he focused on his friend.
“Tex, Paco am tewwin’. Nu am gun wie nu mowe!” This was it! Standing up to the villain his friend had become over the short span of a few hours. Puffing out his cheeks, Tex shook his head.
“Dummeh babbeh! Yew nu am tewwin’ on Tex! Am bestest smawty naow!” With that he lifted up his tail and proceeded to fart loudly once more before covering the floor behind him in a pile of shit that could have only been created after numming everyfluffy’s skettis.
“Heh, Commos am make bad poopies.” The smarty boasted. Bad poopies…nuuu! Paco gagged at the rotten smell that wafted over the area. This was too far. There was no way that he could let Tex pin this mess on their friend who was fowebbah sweepies. Heck, Miss Bernice might put Cosmos in the sorry-box for this even if he WAS fowebbah sweepies.
Lifting himself up from the mat and making his way over to Cosmos laying stiffly on his mat, Paco gave a gasp. There was a long line of ants crawling in and out of his mouth and nose, even on his see-pwaces!
“Gu way buggy munstahs! Weab Commos awone!” Puffing a few breaths out he’d manage to get a few of the ants to disperse from the filth covered corpse. Taking a mouthful of Cosmos’s mane, Paco huffed and tugged. Began dragging him away from the mat and across the floor. Popping up from his mat, Tex skittered on over to the two.
“Yew nu am goin’ nuwewe, Paco! Nu tewwin’ on Tex!” Taking advantage of this situation had been the most fun the stallion had ever had in his life. All the skettis he could want, enfies with one of the prettiest mares in the place. Cosmos having fowebbah sweepies was the bestest thing that had ever happened and he’d continue pretending he was still alive FOREVER! Taking one of Cosmos’s dangling legs into his mouth, Tex dragged his hooves in and yanked back as Paco attempted to pull on ahead.
“Wet gu!” Paco exclaimed from around a mouthful of mane, twisting his head back and fourth in an attempt to wrassle away Cosmos. Eyes squeezing shut, Tex scrabbled his hooves back and squealed around the leg in his mouth. This continued on for several moments before there was a sickening tear, both fluffies finding themselves launched backwards as their respective grips were lost. Rolling along the ground, Paco groaned a bit before something weighty rolled across the floor and smacked into one of his legs. Squinting, he looked down and…that was Cosmo! His head anyways. Not on the rest of him! Booboo wawa slicked the floor and he found himself staring into the eyes of the disembodied head.
“EEEEEEEEE!” Flopping around, Paco went running out of the room with rapid hoofsies. Not far behind him was Tex who’d also dislodged a body part: Cosmos’s weggie was still clutched in his mouth and he didn’t even seem to notice he’d torn it right off the fluffy. Jostling against one another, they flew out of the nap room and made tracks for Miss Bernice.
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Bernice was slumped behind a computer, idly typing away. This was her quiet time. Dimming the lights and putting on a FluffTV DVD always made the fluffies under her care relax for a bit. There was a noise from down the hall: Hooves squeaking against the carpet as more than one fluffy was bearing down on her. Sighing and pushing the remainder of some pasta salad she’d had for lunch to the side, she swiveled on her office chair and stared at the doorway.
Paco and Tex both burst into her office at once. It didn’t thrill her to find that Tex had a goddamn LEG in his mouth…could she glue that back on before the owner got back? At first she’d found their little charade to be sort of funny but she could see that this was going to be a headache.
“Miss Bewnice! Miss Bewnice! Tex am wowstest fwuffy! Commos am fowebbah sweepies! An’…an’…!” Paco babbled at length until Tex finally dropped the leg in his mouth and stood in front of his former friend. Getting up on his hind legs now.
“Nuuuu! Miss Bewnice nuuuu! NU WISTEN! NUUUUU!” Finally the bravado of the day was seeping away from Tex who could only try to distract from the situation. He COULD try telling a lie. Had been doing so all day after all. Yet nothing was coming to mind. It was all falling down around his ears. Shoving past him, Paco blurted more out.
“Cinnymummah say wyin’ am bad an’ Tex am be bad smawty! Eat aw da skettis, an’ enfies, an’ BAD POOPIES! BAD POOPIES!” Tex howled with rage and went hurtling into Paco’s side. Going across the floor, the two of them slapped hooves at one another with squeaky noises and bit off patches off their fur. Bernice watched as they knocked over a wastebasket and went rolling through the garbage. It was so bad they went fighting right outside, pummeling one another and spitting. There were a few moments that passed when she thought it was over before they both calmly walked back in, breathing heavily.
“Boys…” Bernice began, though Tex went back to slapping Paco.
“Dummeh!” Squeak squeak squeak!
The daycare owner sighed. Twiddled a pen around her fingers. “Boys.”
Paco turned around and farted on his adversary. “Yew am stinky naow bad fwuffy!”
Bernice rubbed at the bridge of her nose. Took a deep breath….
Sticking his tongue out, Tex blew a loud raspberry at Paco. “Dipey wearin’ dummeh! Dummeh…dummeh!”
Alright, this had been enough. Bernice slammed a fist down on her desk and caused objects to rattle around on top of it. “BOYS, THAT’S ENOUGH! NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME DEAL WITH THIS!” This outburst caused the two of them to sit around with small ‘huuhuus’. Getting up out of her chair and kicking it back, Bernice went to collect Tex up and tuck him under one arm.
“The most important part of that entire thing was hearing you made bad poopies. It’s the sorry-box for you.” Nu. Nuuuuuu! Anything but that! Tex squealed and flailed around as Bernice brought him out to the main room. There were four sorry-boxes in all, sturdy wooden boxes painted in bright rainbow colors that sat along the wall. Small, cramped, totally dark.
“Nu Miss Bewnice! Nuuuu! Pwease! Nu am bad fwuffy! EEEEE! REEEEE!” Using her free hand to notch up the wooden slat that served as the entrance to the box, Bernice shoved Tex away into the darkness and let the slat fall down with a loud clatter. There was thumping against the wooden panels as the fluffy inside went absolutely APESHIT.
Standing off to the side and watching this shyly, Paco gave a smile. “Paco am teww da twoof ‘cause am gud fwuffy. Teehee…nu sowwy boxsie ‘fo fwuffy.”
Oh, is that what he thought? Bernice went and grabbed him up by the scruff of his mane, holding him at arms length. “Telling the truth doesn’t mean you don’t get punished, Paco.”
But….but no! This isn’t what Cinnymummah said! She said if you told the truth, you wouldn’t be in trouble and it’s what good fluffies did. Shaking his head rapidly as the rainbow colored box got closer and closer, Paco pleaded.
“Miss Bewnice! Nuuu! Pwease nu! Paco gud fwuffy!” The slat went up. Attempting to shove him inside, the fluffy flung his limbs out and blocked himself from going in. A small nudge and he didn’t budge. Not only that, a puddle of piss formed on the floor under him. Rolling her eyes, Bernice was truly regretting her decision to let them get this far with things.
“IN!” Reaching out, she slapped his testicles and sent him wailing into the box with a scream of ‘WUMPS OWWIES!’. Unlike his partner in crime, there wasn’t a great amount of activity from within. Instead it seemed as if he’d lost all hope and decided to lay down and cry his eyes out.
Alright. Now all she had to do was go clean up a pile of shit (apparently), try to glue on a leg, and unbeknownst to her currently….a head too.
The fluffy daycare business was really not worth the hassle.
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A few weeks later…
Crystal had been scrounging down under the bathroom sink with two of her mare friends: Marigold who was an orange and red unicorn along with Sissy who was a blue & yellow pegasus.
“Wook fwiends! Suuu pwetty!” By this time, Crystal’s belly was heavily swollen with the results of Tex’s treacherous enfies. Playing around under the sink had yielded a bevy of bottles with colorful liquids inside. Purples, greens, blues, yellows…it was so pwetty! Wawa this pwetty was very spechaw indeed.
Getting up on her hind hooves and shoving down with her front ones, Crystal landed with enough force to send the cap flying off of one of the bottles. Bright pink liquid sloshed out from within the bottle and collected in a puddle on the floor. Getting close to it and sniffing, the pregnant mare found it to smell pretty. Like flowers!
“Spechaw wawa am gud ‘fo tummeh babbehs! Teehee! Yay!” Tongue flicking down, she’d lap up the liquid. It didn’t taste pwetty but it did smell and look so. Crystal ignored the taste. Her tummy babbehs would look so nice when they got this stuff! There’d be no chance of poopies at all!
Marigold shook her head. “Nuuu! Cwyzal, nu am s’posed tu dwink dat funny wawa!”
Moving closer to Crystal, Sissy was the complete opposite. She thought this was a great idea! “Yaaayyyy! Yew am hab PWETTY BABBEHS EBAH!”
It’s not like it mattered what either of them thought because Crystal wasn’t even listening to them. Drinking up the wawa was all that mattered right now. Even though it made her throat hurt and tummy feel all funny, it didn’t matter because she was determined. Breathing heavily after the task was done, she thought everything would be OK for a moment before a crippling pain ripped through her insides. Falling down to the floor, Crystal coughed and hacked.
“Huwties! SUUU HUWTIES!” On her back and unable to right herself, she found her hooves kicking up at the air in her agony. A heavy froth formed at the corners of her mouth and she’d hurl up a bellyful of bubbly liquid. It soaked along the fur on her neck, the mare looking miserably to her fwends.
“F-Fwends…nee…hewp…” It hurt so bad. Another stomach heave and more noxious chemicals came rushing out of her mouth, exploded out through her nose. Marigold gave a whimper of ‘scawy!’, turning to get Miss Bernice. Sissy caught her by the mane before she could.
“Nuuu! Nu teww Miss Bewnice! Am get in twoubew! Sowwy boxsie!” Fluttering her wings, it didn’t even look like they could help anyways. So much froth had collected in Crystal’s mouth that she couldn’t even breathe. Hacking and puffing, her chest simply stopped heaving after awhile. A sad pile of bad poopies collected under her as she passed from the world, and Marigold squawked in fright.
“SISSY! CWYZAL AM FOWEBBAH SWEEPIES! NEE’ TEWW! HUUU NUUUUU!” Once more, Marigold found herself caught by the mane and held still before she could go bolting off to tell. Positioning herself in front of her friend, Sissy stared ahead with a serious expression.
“Wisten Mawygowd…Sissy hab smawtiest idea.”
