“Mom What are you doing?”
Your mother turns to you confused.
“I’m just giving Zofie some sketties.”
You point to the calendar.
“All the fluffies get sketties once a week on the same day. That’s the rule with very few exceptions , none of which apply to Zofie at this moment.”
Your mom looks at the calendar then back at you.
“But sweetie the calendar says it’s Zofie’s birthday.”
You look at the poorly scribbled “Zofie” with a blue check mark on today’s date.
“Zofie did you lie to grandma?”
Zofie without a moment’s hesitation doubles down on the lie.
“It am Zofie biwfday, Daddeh jus nu membah.”
Your voice becomes stern.
“ I gave you a chance to come clean and you lie to my face instead.
You will not be getting sketties this week or next week.”
Zofie puffs out her cheeks.
“Zofie nu wan’ kibbwe!!! zofie wan sketties!!! stoopi’ daddeh gib nao!!!”
You grab Zofie and carry her over to the sorry box.
She begins to shriek and throw a tantrum .
You place her in the sorry box and set the timer for 25 minutes.
You are Duncan.
Zofie was a gift from several of your friends. An alicorn with the purest white fluff, a rose gold mane and instead of heart shaped hoof pads they were fleur de Lis . She was extremely expensive and by and large the most expensive thing you had, both in terms of monetary and sentimental value.
Zofie despite your best efforts refused to behave. She was arrogant, defiant and generally selfish.
Most fluffies had at least some sort of crocodile tears to fane an apology but with Zofie real tears and fake tears were almost indistinguishable from one another.
It honestly felt like some sort of joke being played on you by your friends.
Most fluffies have the reasoning skills of a toddler but Zofie…. While not a genius by any stretch of the imagination, seemingly had much higher intelligence than your average fluffy, comparable to that of a human child around 6 to 8 years old . She understood how to manipulate people by faking stupidity. But you knew better. You had witnessed firsthand how sly she could be.
While the timer ticked down and Zofie continued gaslighting you from inside the sorry box , you tried to think of something you could do to curb her behavior. And then it hit you.
The timer hits zero and you remove Zofie from the sorry box.
Zofie immediately tries giving a fake apology complete with water works.
“Zofie am su sowwy daddeh! (Hu Hu)
Zofie be gud fwuffy noa. (Hu Hu)”
You put Zofie in the car and take her for a ride through the fluffy dumping ground on the outskirts of town.
“Zofie I am good to you. If you were anyone else’s fluffy you’d be Dead or Maimed by now.
Look around at all the fluffies who don’t have homes or Daddehs who care about them.”
Zofie tries to fane stupidity.
“Zofie nu undastan.”
“You’re not fooling anyone Zofie, you understand completely.”
Zofie starts to look panicked.
Your voice becomes stern.
“You think just because you are slightly smarter than most fluffies that you can get away with anything ,
You’re wrong.”
Zofie nervously tries to play dumb again.
“Zofie nu unda-“
You cut her off .
“ here’s what’s going to happen Zofie.
you will be sent to work on mummah’s farm harvesting vegetables until your attitude improves . And if you try to fake it I will keep sending you back to work on the farm until the lesson sticks.”
Zofie’s eyes say it all, she now understands that there’s no way out of this.
You make it to the farm and drop Zofie off at the work program.
As you return home your heart is at ease knowing Zofie is safe yet being sufficiently Disciplined ,It won’t be like what happened with Muffy.
