>Christmas time.
>Your children are crying.
>There are no presents under the tree.
>Your fluffy pony senses the bad mood, but is confused about it.
>"Daddy." your pony nudges your ankle. You look down.
>"Why no pwesents? Whewe Santa?" it asks.
>You think about it.
>"Santa didn't bring presents because you were a BAD FLUFFY PONY!" you point your vengeful finger at your pone.
>The pony backs into the corner.
>It feels the eyes in the room focused on it.
>All the hatred, disappointment and dismay.
>"YOU RUINED CHRISTMAS! SANTA CANCELED CHRISTMAS BECAUSE YOU WERE A BAD FLUFFY!!"
>You are yelling at this point. The kids have wiped their tears and have focused their hatred toward the fluffball.
>Even the misses has joined in.
>"WHA? NUUUUU! GOOD FWUFFY!!" it pleads.
>You pick the bastard up and open the front door.
>"YOU DISGUST ME! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!!" you yell.
>You throw the abomination into the street.
>A few bones have cracked, but not the bones to let the pony run away from its former home.
>With tears in its eyes, the pony runs off. It chants "AM GOOD FWUFFY!" until its out of sight.
>You slam the door. You walk to the hallway closet.
>You find the Christmas presents and dispense them to the family.
>Good times and memories were had.
>Your family tradition lives on!