Title:           Chip The Corgi
Author:          Bronitz
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First Edit:      Friday 2nd of November 2012 11:25:01 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 2nd of November 2012 11:25:01 AM CDT

>You are a cute, little, precious Corgi who even the cruelest people alive would adore.
>Your name is Chip.
>You live on a nice farm where's there plenty of running space, other animals, and you're caring owner, a young, 6'5" southern belle and her family.
>You really like your owner.
>She occasionally brings you on trips to the elementary school she teaches at, and you get to play with all the children.
>You really like children.
>They're so fun to play with.
>One day, your owner and her family leave on a short trip.
>Before she leaves, however, your owner tells you to make sure all the animals on the barn stay safe.
>She also tells you to make sure nothing bad happens to the pumpkins she's growing.
>She uses the pumpkins to bake pumpkin pie.
>Everyone is happy when they eat your owner's pumpkin pie.
>You really like it when everyone is happy.
>You give your owner an affirmative bark.
>She and her family leaves.
>You begin going on a routine of making sure all the animals are doing well.
>You go check on the pigs, and bark a hello to your friend, The Pig Boss.
 
>After talking to the The Pig Boss, you go check on the other animals.
>They're all doing good.
>Finally, you go running through the fields, to make sure all the crops are doing good.
>Everything is in check so far.
>When you get to the edge of the field, however, you hear and smell something.
>Something very familiar to you...
>Fluffy ponies.
>You like fluffy ponies.
>They're used in herding competitions, which you always receive first in.
>No fluffy has ever died on you while you're herding them.
>You like herding competitions, winning, and keeping your herds alive.
>But this trace of fluffy ponies you're detecting...
>It's different somehow.
 
>You lay down where you are, and wait until you get a better trace of the fluffy ponies.
>You also begin thinking of ways to herd them.
>And also where to herd them to.
>Suddenly, you get a better sense of the fluffy ponies.
>They're a mile in front of you...
>And there's a large number of them.
>Herding them is going to be a challenge.
>You like challenges.
>As they get closer, you begin to hear the fluffy ponies talking.
 
>"Smawty fwiend, what we do aftew foodies?"
>"We stawt a fiwe and leave. Buwn down evewything own by two-leggies!"
>"When we get mowe mawes, smawty fwiend?"
>"Aftew we buwn evewything and eat."
>"What we do if scawy munstas?"
>"We giw them owies."
>...These fluffy ponies sound different.
>They continue talking until finally, they come within your view.
>...They're 2' tall fluffy ponies.
>You're 1' tall.
>Doesn't matter.
 
>You run out towards them
>As you get closer, the fluffy ponies begin to talk about you.
>"Wook! Dowwie!" "Scawy munsta!" "Smawtie fwiend, giw munsta owies!"
>Just as you're a couple of yards away from the fluffy ponies, a 4' stallion pegasus fluffy ponies glides to the front of the fluffy ponies and begins talking.
>"Fwuffies, smawtie fwiend will give tiny munsta owies! Then we eat and gwow stwongew tiww we stwongest!"
>The tall fluffy pony then begins moving towards you.
>You happily wag your butt.
>When the tall fluffy pony is finally right next you, it raises a hoof and smacks you.
 
>Or at least it tries to smack you
>It feels more like your being pat.
>Oh well.
>You need to herd these fluffy ponies off somewhere.
>They've threatened your owner's barn, after all.
>And that's just unforgivable.
>You leap towards the tall fluffy pony's wings, and bite one of them.
>The tall fluffy pony begins crying "owies! owies! Smawty fwiend's wing owies!"
>The other fluffy ponies begin shouting "Tiny munsta giw smawty fwiend owies! Giw smawty fwiend huggies than giw tiny munsta owies!"
>FUN TIME~!
 
>With the tall fluffy pony's wing still clenched in your mouth, you begin to run, dragging the tall fluffy pony with you.
>Despite being much taller than the average fluffy pony, the tall fluffy pony doesn't weigh much more than an average one.
>In fact, you're still much faster than the other fluffy ponies, who are now falling you.
>You feel happy knowing your herding technique is working.
>Now it's all a matter of time...
>An hour later, you have arrived at your targeted destination.
>And all of the fluffy ponies have arrived with you.
>You are at the local office of Fluffy Pony Control, an organization and agency dedicated to the handling of fluffy ponies.
>Letting go of the tall fluffy pony's wing, you give a bark.
>As the other fluffy ponies swarm the tall fluffy pony to give him hugs, a man who could pass as a clone of Clint Eastwood walks out of of the office.
>"Good to see you again Chip," the man says as he looks around. "It's also good to see these fluffy ponies brought in. We've been getting numerous reports about a large tribe of fluffy ponies going around and devastating farms. Seems they have a large hatred of humans..."
>"Anyways..." the man continues, "there's a large bounty on these fluffies, so I'll be sure to call your owner to let her know she can come collect your reward money."
>"But for now, how 'bout I give you a doggy treat and then a ride back home?" The man opens the door to the office and you walk in.
>As you enjoy the delicious bacon strips given to you, the tribe of fluffy ponies is being ported off to a location where they will be judged on whether or not they're adoptable.
>All in all, quite an adventure for Chip, the number one fluffy herder in the world.