Title:           Sweep sweep
Author:          BallsOfFluff
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First Edit:      Wednesday 27th of June 2012 04:02:58 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 27th of June 2012 04:02:58 PM CDT

>Tara cowers in her safe room.
>You are slightly perplexed.
>Is she uneasy due to your wide grin?
>Or perhaps because you are holding a broom.
>Or as fluffy ponies know it as, The Sorry Stick.
>"Oh? THIS?" You motion to the broom.
>Tara backs up slightly.
>Urine slightly trickles.
>"Tara! I'm cleaning! I'm brushing up the trash and filth that consumes this household to cleanse this location. No need to worry." you assure her with an easy grin.
>"Okay..." Tara slinks over to her blocks.
>She glances back to you from time to time.
>You pay her no mind.
>You begin to sweep.
>You sweep the kitchen, the garage and bottom level hallway.
>Onto the second floor!
>You sweep the bathroom and hallway.
>Tara will poke her head out of the saferoom to see what you are up to.
>A fluffy pony distrustful of her owner.
>How.
>Mad.
>You make your way downstairs to clean the rest of the house.
>1 hour later.
>You sweep the hallway once more.
>Tara pokes her head out again.
>You stare right at her.
>She's startled! She scampers back into the saferoom.
>Oh well. She caught on.
>You begin to sweep into the saferoom.
 
>SWEEPIE SWEEPIE SWEEPIE.
>"DADDEH?! NUUUU! NU HUWT TAWA!! NUUU!!!" Tara screams in terror.
>SWEEPIE SWEEPIE SWEEPIE.
>You try to sweep Tara into the corner.
>She gets past the broom and makes a b-line to the door.
>WHACKY WHACKY WHACKY.
>You whack Tara with the broom end and push her into the corner.
>She's crying now.
>Not of pain, but of heart break and confusion.
>JABBIE JABBIE JABBIE.
>You jab Tara in her mid section, while striking her in the face from time to time.
>"NUUuuuUUuuu!! WHY? WHY HUWT FWUFFY?" Tara cries in confusion.
>Ah! The first wall.
>When a fluffy pony is under immense stress, it will revert back to factory settings.
>Explaining her many faults, her unwillingness to learn and all around arrogance would be moot at this point, wouldn't?
>JABBIE JABBIE JABBIE.
>You continue the silent assault on her body.
>Broken bones have punctured her internal organs at this point.
>She no longer cries, but whimpers in agony.
 
>Onto the next!
>You sweep the trash into the dust pan and make your way downstairs.
>That's where the trash can is.
>"Master....why?" Tara murmurs.
>Oh my!
>The rumor is true!
>Word on the net is, when a fluffy pony is under incredible stress, it will communication in a human fashion.
>Only few people have made it this far with fluffy ponies.
>But you do not answer.
>You dump Tara into the trash and it in the container on the curb.