>A young couple walks into a clearing carrying a baby carrier.
>They have been to this park several times.
>They love how secluded it can be.
>It is a large park and there are many areas they can sneak to and never see anyone.
>”Oh it’s such a lovely day Gary!”, “Oh yes it is Mary.”
>They sit down
> >”Oh… our little snookems is asleep Gary.”, “He must be tuckered out from all our adventuring today Mary.”
>She looks up, “It sure is a beautiful day today isn’t it?”, “Not as beautiful as you my dear.”
>She turns and looks at him, they jump into each other kissing passionately.
>Their hands explore each other’s bodies.
>The man starts to put his hand up her shirt and she grabs his hand.
>”No Gary! We mustn’t wake the baby!”
>He gently brushes her hair away, “I am sorry darling, your beauty was too intoxicating.”
>”Please forgive me my wonderful wife!”
>She blushes, “You are the best husband a woman could ever want.”
>”Oh Mary!”
>”Oh Gary!”
>They start kissing again.
>”Mary, I can’t contain myself! I must have you!"
>”Oh Gary! What about the baby! We cannot wake it!”
>”Come my love, we shall walk away a bit, he will sleep soundly!”
>”This area is surrounded by trees and bushes, no one shall see us!”
>”Oh Gary!”
>”Oh Mary!”
>They run a short distance away and continue their love making.
>They start taking each other’s clothes off.
>The wind picks up and causes a gentle rustling in the leaves.
>They are oblivious to anything in the little glade they had found.
>They don’t notice the fluffy pony who steps out of a bush looking at them.
>Most fluffy ponies are bright eyed and smiling full of love.
>This one doesn’t look like that.
>His eyes are narrow and mean.
>His body taught with anger.
>His maroon fluff moves slightly in the breeze as does his light green mane.
>He has a carbon fiber horn riveted on his natural horn.
>His right ear is shredded and ruined.
>He stares at the young lovers.
>It must hurt their teethe grinding their mouths together like that.
>He then turns slowly toward the baby basket.
>He walks over to it.
>He hears cooing coming from inside of it.
>He jumps his front hooves on the basket and looks in.
>He sees the baby.
>His purple eyes stare down coldly at the newborn.
>He glances at the parents and wonders how they can do that belly to belly.
>Such unnatural creatures.
>He looks back down at the sleeping infant.
>It is small and defenseless, but one day it will grow up.
>Grow up to be a two legged monster just like the rest.
>He thinks how he could end it now.
>He has been called monster a lot lately.
>Maybe, just maybe he really is one.
>He has been trying to make friends and play with other fluffies.
>But they look at him with fear and disdain.
>He has been attacked because of his scars.
>Fluffies run crying from him.
>He thinks maybe he is a monster.
>As a monster he can make some amends by stopping another monster from growing up.
>It is so defenseless.
>He lowers his horn.
>The monsters get noisier.
>His horn rest just above the baby’s chest.
>”Oh yes! Yes!”
>The fluffy pony stills himself.
>The infant is so helpless.
>So helpless….
>He doesn’t want to be a monster.
>He knows he is just a step away and it would be easy to be a monster.
>He raises his horn and looks down at the baby.
>”Deadmeat weave munsta awone… why munstas no weave Deadmeat wone… Deadmeat… nuu munsta…”
>He steps off and heads back to the bushes.
>He wanted to be one.
>Other fluffies call him one.
>But he couldn’t bring himself to be a monster.
>He walks off into the bushes again and disappears.
>The two lovers come back putting their clothes back on.
>They look into the basket and smile.
>”Our baby is so precious. I’m glad we keep him so safe.”
>”Yes Gary, we truly are wonderful parents.”
>They kiss again as the baby sleeps peacefully.