Title:           Fall of Cleveland 81 - Little Smarty: The Wheel of Fate
Author:          Spaghetti_Land
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First Edit:      Thursday 23rd of January 2014 02:46:12 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 23rd of January 2014 02:46:12 PM CDT

http://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/3591
 
Written by Marcus Maximus
 
Little Smarty: The Wheel of Fate
>Be big strong earth fluffy.
>You are not having a good day.
 
>Spaghetti Land, the promised land where fluffies' dreams come true, was a lie.
>And now the lie is crumbling around you.
 
>At first, the bad monster fluffies came and were hurting good fluffies.
>Little Smarty drove them away, but that was only the beginning.
>More and more fluffies came... meanie fluffies who wouldn't share. Poopies were everywhere.
>Spaghetti Land doesn't smell pretty anymore.
>There were so many fluffies that it was hard to even move.
>And then things got worse. Meanie humans came and started hurting fluffies.
>And now, everything is exploding for no reason.
>There is fire and water all over the place.
>The once huge herd that Little Smarty had united has been reduced to a couple dozen.
>You and your herd have to get out of here, but there's nowhere to go.
>You are trapped in the ruins of the lie that was Spaghetti Land, and there's no way out.
 
>You fall to the ground and weep, covering your head with your hoofsies.
>Little Smarty rolls down off your back and lands in front of you.
>"You good fwuffy! Fwuffy wuv you!" she says, reassuringly.
>"But, but, bad pwace! Bad for fwuffies! Wan' weave! No can weave! What fwuffy do?!"
>You cry in despair. The few remaining members of your herd are all crying too.
>"Tell us, wittle smawty! WHAT DO?!" you scream, shaking her.
>"What fwuffy wan' do?" asks Little Smarty.
 
>That's the kind of Smarty Friend she is, you realized some time ago.
>She never thinks about herself, she's always concerned about others...
>about the good of the whole herd.
 
>"FWUFFY WAN' WIV!" you cry, holding Little Smarty close.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!" she declares.
 
>You, and the rest of your herd, calm down a little, your sorrow turning into determination.
>Her wise words have made you realize what's important: you want to live.
>And if you're going to survive, you have to find a way out.
>But how?
 
>And that's when you notice, for the first time, that Little Smarty is not facing you.
>Ever since she rolled off your back, she's been facing AWAY from you.
>What is she looking at..?
 
>You look straight ahead of her, but you don't see ...
>And then, you look up.
>And an expression of hope fills your face.
>Overhead, a gigantic ferris wheel looms.
>Well, it's actually about ten meters tall at most
>But to a fluffy pony, that's HUGE.
>"We go dere?" you ask Little Smarty. "We go high pwace, bad munstas no get fwuffies?"
>Little Smarty doesn't say anything, but you take her silence as consent.
>You hoist her back onto your back.
>"Huggies!" exclaims Little Smarty.
>"WISSEN, GOOD FWUFFIES!" you bellow. "WITTLE SMAWTY SAY WE GO DERE!"
>You point to the ferris wheel with your front-right hoof.
>"WE GO HIGH PWACE, BAD FWUFFIES, BAD BOOMIES, FIWE, WAWA, NO HUWT FWUFFIES!"
>You rear up  for dramatic effect.
>"Dat right! Smawty fwuffy!" Little Smarty agrees.
>Your herd cheers.
>"FOWWOW FWUFFY!" you roar, as you charge toward the ferris wheel.
 
>The ferris wheel, like everything in Spaghetti Land, was designed to be fluffy-safe.
>The ferris wheel, like everything in Spaghetti Land, has killed three or four fluffies anyway.
>But Little Smarty's herd don't know that.
>They DO know that it seems to be the safest place to be right now.
>And believe it or not, they're right.
>Each "car" on the ferris wheel is made of reinforced transparent aluminum.
>It's the future, remember?
>It's lightweight, but capable of withstanding great pressure.
>The doors open automatically when a car is at the bottom, triggered by a magnetic sensor.
>There's also a handle to open the door manually, but only a human hand can operate it.
>There is no way to open the cars from inside, by design - fluffies could kill themselves in ALL KINDS of ways otherwise.
>Also, and this is important: when the door is closed, the cars are completely watertight.
>This was to reduce the chance of fluffy ponies drowning when it rained.
>Little Smarty's herd doesn't know any of this,
>but they are very happy and grateful when the door opens automatically for them
>as they run desperately towards the ride.
 
>"Aww fwuffies, get inside!"
>Fluffy ponies scramble over one another to climb into the car.
>The car is getting very full.
>The fluffy ponies on the bottom are stuggling and kicking.
>"Nuuuu! Fwuffy no can bweave!"
>There is no more room for fluffies in the car.
>The remaining fluffies cry and sob as the door automatically closes,
>and the car lifts into the air, safely away from the madness.
 
>But wait, what's this?
>Another car has appeared in its place!
>This one is empty! And the door is opening!
>Grateful fluffy ponies pile inside.
>After a couple of minutes, all the surviving members of Little Smarty's herd have stuffed themselves into the cars.
>The ferris wheel is moving, having been left "on" when the operator, a fellow named Miguel, abandoned ship.
>Left on "autopilot", of sorts.
>It would normally stop and let the fluffies off when their cars reached the bottom again.
>But fate has other ideas...