Title:           Playing With Blocks
Author:          BadFicWriter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/SK2CY89M
First Edit:      Sunday 29th of July 2012 10:50:21 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 29th of July 2012 10:50:21 PM CDT

>You are a fluffy pony happily playing with your blocks.
>Daddy had to go out real quick and let you play outside your safe room.
>Daddy really trusts you!
>You won’t let daddy down.
>You will show him how big you are by playing with your blocks and not getting into trouble.
>You are right now in the middle of a game of push the blocks and move them.
>It’s amazing, you push a block and it moves.
>You clap each time you succeed happy you are so big.
>You decide to play your next favorite game, place the book on the blocks.
>Its much tougher, it’s were you take a book and place it on a bock.
>You pick a Dr Seuss book and struggle moving it.
>You finally get your nose under it and flip it onto a block.
>Yay!
>You run around, this is the first time you did book on a block with no help.
>You are jumping happily when you bump into the standing fan.
>It starts to wobble.
>”Nuu! Nuu mr whrrrr pwease no fall!”
>You try to hold it but it topples toward you.
>You scream in fright and run away.
>You trip and roll over your book lying on the floor with the other end sticking up.
>The fan lands on the up turned side of the book launching you into the air.
>”NUUUUU!!!” You yell as you go flying.
>You hit the couch and start bouncing across the cushions, “Ow! Oof! Whaa!”
>You finally bounce across the couch and land on a rolling stool which starts to move.
>”Why fwuffy move?” You look over the side, “Ahhh!!! Fwuffy high! Hewp fwuffy! Ahh!!”
>The chair rolls into the kitchen.
>”Nuuu! Pwease stop mr sittie pwace, fwuffy sowwy, pwease nuu hewt fwuffy!”
>The meanie chair doesn’t listen to you.
>”Fwuffy scawed! Pwease stop!” You start to shake the top of the chair to get it to listen.
>The chair starts to topple and tip over.
>You are heading toward the ground and all you can see is your water dish.
>Luckily daddy hasn’t put water in it yet for you.
>The chair slams down sending you into your water dish, you hit just right to slide down one side and up and out the other.
>”WAHHHHH!!!” you cry as you fly through the air.
>You land on the counter making everything shake.
>You are sitting getting your bearings when a spice jar lands next to you.
>You look up and see the spice rack tipping.
>You jump about dodging the falling jars each shaking the counter more and making the knife drawer open.
>Fear grips you as you see the stainless steel blades all pointing up.
>The jars start falling in quick succession forcing you back to the drawer.
>You dodge one last spice jar balancing on the edge when you feel yourself go over.
>At that moment the cutting board above the spices falls landing between you and the knives.
>Your eyes bug out in terror as it begins to slide off the knives onto the floor.
>The cutting board lands at an angle between the floor and the cabinets.
>You weight makes it buckle.
>It doesn’t break but it springs back out launching you across the kitchen back into the living room.
>”AHHHHHHHH!!!”
>You hit the floor and roll in a little fluff ball stopping at your blocks.
>You sit up, your head spinning.
>You hear the door open, “Daddy’s home! Hope you didn’t get into any trouble!”
>You turn and see daddy walking up.
>He pets you on your head, “How did all this stuff get knocked over?”
>”Oh well, did you have fun with your blocks?”
>”Fwuffy pway bwocks, fwuffy big fwuffy!” you say with a smile.
>Daddy must be so proud of you.