>Fluffy pony lays alone sniffling.
>”Fwuffy am nuu gud fwuffy…”
>”Fwuffy nuu haf Chwismas cause fuffy nuu do gud tings…”
>He is forlorn and depressed.
>A man walks up to the fluffy pony.
>”Why so sad fella?”
>Fluffy pony points out a window to carolers.
>”Dey gud hoomins… dey am make happy fo Chwismas…”
>Fluffy pony saunters to a lap top and look sat the screen.
>”Bu’ fwuffy make hoomins saddies… dey nuu wub fwuffy…”
>The man looks puzzled, “What do you mean? Lots of people love fluffy pony.”
>”Den why amonumouse say dat fwuffy pony nuu bewong, dat fuffy pony use be gud but noa suks, dat dey hiwe gang of niggoos to gif bad speshul huggies?”
>The man looks at the comments section and the message boards.
>”But you don’t understand fluffy. They are saying that because they want good things to happen to you.”
>Fluffy pony looks up sniffling, “Den dey wike fwuffy pony?”
>”They love you fluffy.”
>”You give people a sense of feeling that very few can.”
>”You can make them angry, sad, happy, and distressed.”
>”Yea, you have made an impact in all our lives fluffy.”
>Fluffy pony turns to see more people walking in.
>On person walks up and pets the fluffy’s head.
>Another smiles warmly at the little ball of fluff.
>Another walks up and slaps the fluffy across its head knocking the poor thing to the floor.
>”Owies!!!”
>The guy shrugs, “Sorry, force of habit.”
>”You see fluffy, your stories and art might not be cushy and sweet but people love them just the same.”
>The man picks up the fluffy pony and carries him to the Christmas tree.
>Even more people come in.
>Fluffy pony wipes a tear from its eye and smiles.
>”Den fwuffy am gud fwuffy? Fwuffy am haf Chwismas?”.
>The people clap for fluffy pony.
>”That is why we are all here fluffy.”
>”We all took time out just to be here with you.”
>Fluffy pony looks up at the Christmas tree and smiles at the blinking lights and shiny ornaments.
>The man bends down and opens a can and pours its red contents in a bowl.
>”Sketties!!!”
>Fluffy pony starts to eat hungrily.
>Merry Christmas fluffy pony.
>You have come a long way and hope to go even further.
>All the people hold each other and start to sing carols to the now happy fluffy pony.
>”And that’s not all fluffy! We intend to shower you with gifts all through the day!”
>Fluffy pony looks up between bites, “Yoo am haf gifs fo fwuffy?”
>The man smiles, “Like I said, we plan on showering you-“
>Fluffy pony drowns.
>Every one stares at the dead fluffy.
>Fluffy pony ruined Christmas.