>It's New Years Eve
>A time to look forward toward new possibilities
>While leaving the mistakes of the year behind
>Like the whopper you made
>Somehow, you got the idea to breed Fluffy Ponies
>Seemed easy, just get a few stallions and a dozen mares
>Let'em go at it, then BAM, babies to sell for 50 to 100 bucks a pop
>Shit was fool-proof
>However in all time spent filling out paperwork
>With all the money spent on cages, food and the fluffies themselves
>Nobody told you the most important thing
>No one buys from breeders, ever
>Fluffies cost a dollar at best from most pet stores
>They get theirs from fluffy pony mills, large scale operations
>Feral foals are free and are commonly taken from their mother's arms
>You tried to spread news about your business around
>"What are you, retarded?" was the most common response
>You argued about the quality of your fluffies
>"A "high quality" fluffy is still a retarded fluffy." is all you heard
>It's true, even the "smart" parents gave birth to normal foals
>Claiming a high intelligence breed was how you justified the price
>Only managed to sell a few, they all died within a week
>Had to reimburse each and every buyer on top of bills
>Eventually, you had to find a full-time job to cover costs
>All the while you had sixty-seven fluffy ponies to care for
>Found yourself working at a fireworks store
>It's not so bad, the employee discount is useful
>Especially tonight cause you want to say goodbye to your mistake
>Sixty-seven fluffy ponies with fireworks in every hole
>Light a Roman Candle, point it at a mare and count down
>Happy New Year!