Title:           Shelter in the Storm
Author:          BadFicWriter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/m7nfTTMs
First Edit:      Friday 3rd of August 2012 10:25:31 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 3rd of August 2012 10:25:31 PM CDT

>The wind is picking up.
>It is getting darker.
>As smarty you have to get your herd to safety.
>You see a large tin building, you decide that is where you will hide during the storm.
>Lightening lights up the sky.
>The thunder frightens the foal.
>”Wahhh! Woud noisie scawe fwuffy! Fwuffy no wike.” They whimper hiding in their mother’s fluff.
>”Smawty safe herd we got to safe pwace!” You point to the building.
>Your herd ambles toward the building as fast as they can stumbling and tripping.
>You find a small hollow at the bottom of a wall.
>We hide in hewe during wa wa time! We safe!”
>The herd gives a loud cheer.
>”Mumma and babbeh fiwst!”
>The females and their foals come up.
>”Fank yoo smawty!” One of the foals says hugging your leg before entering the hole.
>The mothers help them through.
>A few get stuck requiring a helpful push from their smarty.
>The wind picks up more and some storm spray can be felt.
>”Evewy fwuffy go in, we safe fwom wa wa!”
>The other members of your herd start to crawl through the hole.
>After the final fluffy goes through you check around.
>It is almost completely dark and heavy rain drops are falling.
>You feel a tinge of pride that you got your herd to safety.
>You know you are a good smarty friend.
>You crawl through the hole yourself just as the storm starts to hit.
>As you get in you are greated by darkness, you can’t see anything.
>You hear chomping, “Fwens fin nummies? Yay! Smawty hungy!”
>There is no answer.
>You stumble around, “Why fwens no talk? Tummy hewtie, wan nummies too.”
>You can still hear the smacks of lips and the sound of chewing.
>Finally lightning strikes lighting up the area.
>You only get a glimpse of the dogs eating your herd.
>You have led your herd into a dog shelter.
>”Nuu… NUUU! Munstas hewt fwens!”
>You start to back up, “Meanie munstas! Why hewt fwuffy?”
>It goes dark again.
>”Smawty scawed…” you start crying.
>”Smawty wan out, no wike hewe. Wan herd back…”
>You are trying to find your way back to the hole when lightning strikes again.
>You stand frozen at the three dogs in front of you, the hole behind them.
>It goes dark one last time.