6/0

>You’ve been teaching your fluffy pony basic arithmetic.

>It’s a long, slow, process, but with careful reinforcement through hugs and spaghetti, you’ve managed to get some of it to stick.

>Fluffy pony loves math, and practices with her crayons every day while you’re at work.

>Eventually, she masters addition and subtraction, and you move on to multiplication and division.

>It’s even harder than before, and extremely repetitive, but through some sort of educational miracle, she starts to wrap her fluffy head around it.

>One day, you get home from work, but something’s wrong.

>Fluffy pony is nowhere to be seen. Normally she’d run up to you for hugs.

>You find her in her playroom.

>It’s like something out of a nightmare.

>The right side of her body is standing upright, but the left half is floating sideways in the air about 10 feet up.

>Somehow, she’s still alive.

>Both halves are more or less facing you, but her eyes are fixed on something far in the distance.

>”Fluffy?” you call out to her, but she doesn’t seem to hear.

>You look around the room to try and figure out what’s going on.

>There are sheets of paper everywhere with math problems scribbled on them in crayon.

>The one closest to her has “6÷0=” written on it.

>As you realize what’s happened, there’s a sound like a cross between thunder and an ambulance siren as a glowing black rift appears between the two halves of fluffy pony.

>”Fluffy!” you call out.

>”Fwuffy see fowevah” she says softly, as the rift encompasses her body.

>There’s a flash of light, and when you open your eyes, fluffy pony and the rift are nowhere to be seen.

>Time for a new fluffy pony.