> On your knees now, the J&B at your side, and hands over your ears
> Breathing heavy with sweat on your brow and shakes rattling your body
> You drop your hands to the grass
> And heave
> Nothing comes out, guess you've toughened up since the last time
> Not that it doesn't still eat at you
> It always will
> Picking up the bottle and returning to the porch you notice them for the first time
> A fluffy family; yellow and red mare, green and blue stallion, three older foals red, orange, green, and a grey newborn pegasus
> All cowering in the grass nearby
> Stallion hugging his mare
> Foals hugging their parents
> "F-hh f-fwuffy hh- fwuffy sowwy mi-m... mistah"
> "Fwuffy nuu hh- nuu wan huwties"
> "Fwuffy famiwy weave, nuu huwties pwease"
> Seems like they entered and tried to ask for food
"I.. uck... it's fine fluffies. I was… I was feeling just a bit sick there. J... Just wait here for a minute."
> You return inside and get some organic fluffy chow from the pantry
> And pour out some onto the grass near the fluffy family
> All hugging and shivering
> Too scared of you to move or blink
> Tears on their face and fearful fluids around them
 
> "Mummah, mummah, fwuffy scawed, hewp, scawed uff' munstah mummah"
"I'm sorry fluffies, eat this and the grass if you want. I'm sorry"
> You return to the porch and pour another glass
> Still in a cold sweat
> Your hand trembling
> You hear a child once again
> "Fank oo' mistah"
> Then you feel the little foal hug your heel
> "Mistah scawy buuh nice, nuu huwt fwuffy mummah, giff nummies foh miwkies, wuv scawy mistah!"
> You reach down and pet the little grey pegasus foals head and scratch under his chin, wings fluttering happily and cooing softly
"Go back to you mom now, be a good fluffy for her"
> "Otay scawy mistah! Fank oo'!"
> He toddles back to his family all eating the high nutrient chow announcing their pleasure
> "Nom nom nom nom nom nummies yummy! Nom nom nom tummy huwties aww gown!"
> The little foal hugs his mother
> "Babeh mummah get nummies! Make miwk fo' bebeh now! Nuu mowe tummy huwties"
> "Fank oo' mummah! Mistah so nice! Fwuffy happy!"
> You light another cigarette
> The ash tray already full
> The music plays softly in the back
> You take another sip of scotch
> The fluffy family happily plays in your yard
> But, no amount of nice thoughts or actions can save you
> It won't wash the blood of fluffy families
> Stop the voices and screaming
> Remove the faces from your memory
> Or the wash the blood of men from your hands
> Hands stained crimson with the blood of innocents
> You are the fire drake
> A harbinger of death