It looks pretty clean for a fluffy to be in the middle of the park, during a cold day. There’s nobody around and it’s freezing cold today. What must have happened to this fluffy ?
Same rule as the previous versions, no enfing foals
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He had been walking for so long, trying to find good for his newborn babbehs, with little luck. Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground, hoping that a short rest would reinvigorate him,
Unfortunately he was out so cold that he never heard the 7th Annual Downhill Dirt Bike Derby (sponsored by Munstah Energy TM) start up behind him until the first tire had already ran over him
Midnight (camera pans in on lone fluffy)
Having escaped his yard while exploring the fluffy found himself "running " in fear well into the night from barky munsters, vroom vrooms, and particularly threatening looking bushes. Exhausted he collapses.
(camera holds on him as night fades to day and it begins to pan out)
In the distance a large farming vehicle approaches
a loud SCREeeeEEeeeeeee is heard
Caption reads “safety first, always check your yard before you let your fluffy out”
The idiot ran from home after being told he couldn’t have a pretty mare but forgot he’s a special fluffy who has diabetes. He’s not cold, he’s in shock. He’s slowly muttering “Stingies” because he knows the sting from the shot makes him feel better as he slowly fades away.
Cinnamon didn’t understand. She loved all her babies. She just loved her bestest babbeh a little bit more than the others. He always got first miwkies and huggies, but she didn’t ignore her other babbehs!
But daddeh was being a dummy and wanted her to treat a babbeh that didn’t even TRY to be a pretty color like her or her special friend like HE was the bestest! And when she tried to explain, she didn’t get sketties for dinner!
Clearly, this was a bad babbeh. She had promised Daddeh she wouldn’t give it sorry hoovsies or poopies. But…she didn’t promise she wouldn’t do something else so clearly she wasn’t being bad!
“Goobai bad bwue babbeh.” she muttered after she dropped the sleeping blue foal in the middle of the park, having snuck out the Fluffy door while Daddeh was off at “work”, which was something he did that wasn’t fun but needed to do to get nummies.
Other hoomans came to the park, surely someone would come take the blue babbeh and be his daddeh or mummah. So she didn’t give him forever sleepies.
And as she went back to her nice warm house with her toys, and her 4 beautiful brown children just like her and her special friend Cocoa? Her thoughts were far from the park, and the temperatures showing signs of early snow.
Maybe daddeh would make them all sketti!
The little foal was alone, cold, and hungry. He had nowhere to go. Some abusers had killed his mother and siblings. He managed to escape by luck. Wandering on the cold night, he ended up in a huge park. He found a place to rest, but the cold still chilled his small body. He curled up, sobbing. Then he heard some cries. It wasn’t another fluffy, but a person. A girl in a black sweater was sitting on one of the park benches, crying. The little foal approached her and asked why she was crying. The girl gave him a look of disdain, but the foal didn’t back down. He stood in front of her, balanced on his two hind hooves, and started dancing while singing a tune about not being sad. The girl let out a small chuckle, picked up the fluffy and tucked him into her sweater. She got up from the bench and headed toward an unknown destination, saying, “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll take you to a warm place where we can rest.” The end.
There once was an ugly fluffy, he was so ugly that everyone went forever sleepies The End!
he dead, found by a homeless guy who then proceeded to pour paint thinner on it and sniff it to get high af the end.
Once upon a time a little foal wished he could sleep on a dirt road. Then his wish was granted because his daddeh grew bored of him.
