Fluffy and the big black box

You’re a fluffy pony, abandoned by your first owner- you lie in the gutter, surrounded by rainwater and leaves

Suddenly a human walks by, slowing down as he spots your mud mottled orange fur

“Hoomin help fwuffy? Fwuffy tummy hav ouchies”

The human crouches down and craddles you in his hands, “It’s just what I was looking for!” he exclaims. You’re a bit skittish at first, but you warm up to his touch

As he begins walking home, you fall asleep to the rhythmic motion of his steps…you wake up inside the human’s house

“Fwuffy tummy hurties, Fwuffy want milkies now!”

The human gets out a half gallon of milk from the fridge and he asks: “ Does fluffy want warm milk, like mommy has?”

“Yah, Fwuffy wan milkies like mummah had, pwease?”

the human just smiles back at you

He pours a small glass of milk and puts it in a big black box, then he grabs you by the scruff of the neck “puwt fwuffy down, hoomin no huwt fwuffie!”

The human puts you down inside the box with the glass of milk, “sorry fluffy, I didn’t mean to hurt you..” he smiles as he closes a door on the big black box

“you open doow, fwuffy no wan to be in bwack box!”

He can’t hear you through the door, but you can hear short beeps coming from the outside-then, a light turns on

The floor beneath you begins to spin, and your body feels like it’s getting warm

You begin to panic, knocking over the glass of milk, which is scalding hot at this point, burning your soft skin and drenching you

Your eyes feel as if they are about to pop, your insides have the consistency of jelly-you begin to swell

“hoomin take fwuffy outa big bwack box, I give hoomin big owchies”

The last thing you see is the human’s big smile and eyes watching you spin around in your own shit and urine “fwuffie make bad poopies, fwuffy tummy have owchies”

At last, the pressure inside your body is too much for your fragile skin to contain any longer… he watches as you’re screaming, and a few seconds later your body is torn to bits by the microwave’s power: chunks of your muscle, fluff, organs, shit, and urine fly everywhere

Not a single inch of the microwave isn’t covered with your entrails

The human unplugs the device and carries it into the backyard, tossing it into a shed

If you were alive, you’d have seen the dozens of other microwaves filled with nothing but a bloody, poopy pulp and an empty milk glass inside the shed

“Oh, I love how they scream” he says as the grabs another microwave from his van and plugs it in… “Oh, I love how the scream”