- >Be outside cleaning your yard.
- >It's spring and it's nice and warm during the day.
- >At night though it can be freezing cold.
- >Last night was about 5 degrees F
- >"Mama!"
- >"Hmm?" you hum do yourself.
- >"Pwese..wake up mama..."
- >"The fuck?" you think to yourself.
- >"Why wed wawa...why no move mama...hungies!"
- >You hear it coming from a bush a couple feet to your right.
- >You walk over and look under the bush and see a horrific site.
- >A little green fluffy foal is hugging onto it's mother's body.
- >You can see he has a little bit of a point on his forehead, he's a unicorn
- >His mother, a yellow unicorn is limp on the ground with a layer of frost on the tips of her fluff.
- >The foal doesn't see you yet, he's hugging his dead mother.
- >He's a small little thing, a bit bigger than your Gerbil.
- >"Why so cowd mama...pwese...why wed miwk?
- >The mother has some blood on her face, doesn't look like she was beaten, her skin must have gotten too cold and started to chap.
- >"hungies...mama"
- >The foal turns his head and sees you and squeaks in terror and digs his little head into his mother's fluff.
- >"M-munsta! Pwese..no huwties pwese go 'way!"
- >"Calm down little guy, I wont hurt you" you say in a calm voice.
- >He peaks out at you and you see his eyes are pink from crying.
- >"No..no huwties?" Pwese hewp...mama no move... no gif miwk..."
- >"Sorry little guy" you say.
- >"Looks like she wont ever wake up"
- >"WAH?! MAMA! MAMA! UPSISIES PWEESE!" he squeals as he pounds on his mothers body.
- >You quickly reach out and scoop him up and he lets out a terrified squeak.
- >"NUU!"
- >"Calm down little guy...I wanna help. You hungry?"
- >He stops crying and lets out a sad little "yes".
- >"Cmon little guy" you say as you carry him in the house.
- >"So can you eat big fluffy food yet?" you ask him as you hold him.
- >"Teef too wittle! Wan' miwk pwese.." he whimpers.
- >"Alright little guy, wait here" you say as you place him in the same tank as your gerbil.
- >Don't want him to get curious and get hurt.
- >Besides, what can a Gerbil do to a little fluffy?
- >You place him in the tank and he scurries over to the far corner and beings to curl up in a ball.
- >"Munsta!" he squeals.
- >Your Gerbil goes over goes over and sniffs him while he softly cries into his fluff.
- >The gerbil runs over to the glass and begins to scratch at it and gives you a look of "wtf?"
- >"It's only for a little bit, Zeus" you say as you give him a sun flower seed.
- >You walk out to the kitchen as he munches on it.
- >You remember hearing somewhere that fluffy foals need sweet milk.
- >Their little bodies need the extra sugar.
- >You get out the milk and pour some into a little dish and add in some sugar.
- >"AH! WAH! OWIES OWIES! STOP! PWESE NO MO AH!"
- >You quick rush into the living room and see your Gerbil scratching and biting the foal.
- >"AH OWIES OWIES! WHY WED WAWA?"
- >You grab your gerbil and place him in his ball and he gives a look of "WTF BRO?"
- >"The fuck you doing, Zeus?" you ask him.
- >He shrugs his little gerbil shoulders then rolls away.
- >"ah...ah..."
- >You take the fluffy out and see the damage.
- >It's pretty bad.
- >His face is covered in severe cuts.
- >The bit of skin covering his growing horn as been cut and the tip of his horn has been damaged and is now sparking from the damage.
- >"owies..." he moans in pain.
- >You take him to the kitchen and get some cut medicine and begin to rub it on his cuts.
- >As soon as the cream touches his cut he screams in massive pain.
- >"AHHH! BUWN BUWN! WHY HUWT? BUWN BUWN!"
- >You force the cream onto his face and begin to rub it in by force.
- >He screams bloody murder as you do it.
- >"Calm down little guy! You need little owies now so you don't get big owies!" you say once you're done.
- >He lets out a small moan of pain and falls down on his side.
- >"Owies..."
- >You bandage up his face and put the bowl of milk in front of him.
- >He slow slurps it as best he can.
- >"Huwt to dwink..." he says
- >"I know little guy...I know" you say as you pet him.
- >"Pweese mista..hewp mama..." he says as he slowly closes his eyes.
- >He's still breathing, must be tired after all the pain he had to go through.
- >end part one
- >AWWW SHIT BRO I AINT BANNED ON HERE LIKE I WAS PONIBOORU. Fucking moderators being retarded.
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