Peach was a fluffy.
A unicorn fluffy.
Peach had peach-colored fluff. That was why she was named Peach.
Peach was currently sobbing while holding the corpse of her last foal. Who was dead.
“WAI?! WAI AM WASTEST BABBEH GU FOWEBEH-SWEEPIES TUU?!”
Snot dripped out of her nose and her face fluff was mattered with tears.
“PWEASE HEWP PEACH! NU CAN WOSE ANYMOWE BABBEHS!”
Peach sniffled, calming down slightly.
“Huuhuu…wiww gu find nyu speshuw-fwiend. Be soon-mummah again. Am bestest mummah.”
Peach dropped the corpse of her last foal to the side of the nest she’d made out of plastic bags, zip-ties, and 6-pack rings and trotted off to get pregnant again.
Peach’s last foal’s corpse rolled down the hill to the meter-tall pile of her other dead foals.
All of whom had died of suffocation or ingesting plastic.
