1/4
>The fluffy pony infestation in your city is bad.
>Their crap and dead bodies rot in the alleys.
>They ruin gardens in city parks.
>They beg from humans constantly.
>Traffic accidents have gone up 30%.
>Last week fluffies ate all the grass on an off-ramp median.
>Without grass the soil eroded and ran down into the road.
>A biker got caught out by the mud and crashed...broke his leg.
>That's just one example.
>Fluffy ponies are a public menace.
 
>The city pays private contractors like you to eliminate fluffies.
>Your team is the best; you can haul in hundreds every day.
>It's not hard, you just have to know what works.
>Catching the first group of the day is hardest.
>City ferals are scared of catchers, they run and hide when they see you.
>You don't need a whole herd to start with.
>One fluffy foal will do.
>Look, there's a momma fluffy right over there.
>She's grazing on old vegetable trash outside a Chinese buffet.
>Two foals nibble on the tender bits.
>They're just starting to eat solid food.
>Fluffy family is distracted by "nummies."
>You and your partner creep up silently.
>Toss a net over the momma & babies.
>They shriek & try to run away.
>The net has them.
"Whhhaaaahhh! Dun huwt fwuffy! Nu huwt babees! Fwuffy onwy hungwy!"
>You don't need the mother.
>Beat her to death with a hammer.
>The terrified foals aren't smart enough to escape.
>They squeal and cling to her bloody fluff.
>Toss her corpse in the trash bag.
>Collect the foals.
>You only need one, but a replacement is good to have.
 
2/4
>There's a park near Little Italy.
>Grass, water and pasta trash all in one convenient location.
>It's so infested people now call it "Fluffy Shit Park."
>This is where you set up your fluffy trap today.
>Pull one of the foals out of their box.
>The frightened sibling tries to hang onto his sister.
>A quick finger flick knocks him away.
>"Pwease nu owwies! Pwease nu huwt fwuffy!" she squeaks.
>Tears soak her face fluff...she's terrified.
>Pull a big offshore fish-hook from your kit.
>The kind you fish for sharks and billfish with.
>Pierce fluffy filly through the pelvis.
>She howls in unbelievable agony, every muscle thrashes.
>Hang the screaming fluffy foal from a branch.
>24 inches off the ground.
>That's about 3 inches higher than any fluffy pony can reach.
 
>Fluffy ponies have a natural attraction to babies.
>They'll let a fellow adult die, but instinct drives them to protect foals.
>It doesn't take long.
>In minutes a herd of fluffy ponies waddles out of the bushes.
>Attracted by the foal's tearful screams.
"Whewe babee? Why babee cwying?" "Dhewe babee!" "Hewp babee!"
>The foal thrashes on the end of the line.
>It sees other fluffy ponies and cries for rescue.
"Owwwiiie! Fwuffy hav tewwible owwiies! Pwease hewp!"
>The strays are horrified...a baby in pain & danger.
>They reach and feebly hop to try to reach the foal.
>Pegasus fluffies flap their useless wings.
>None of them can reach the suffering foal.
"Whhhaaahhh! Hewp fwuffy! Owwiiee! Whaaahhh!"
>On the ground the feral herd cries.
"Hewp babee!" "Nu can weach babee!" "Too much high!"
>They cluster underneath her and try to reach the foal.
>Now is the right moment.
>Creep out of your hiding spot; throw the net.
 
3/4
>Captured fluffies squeal and shriek in confusion.
>They try to run, but the net allows none to escape.
>A few especially dumb ones ask you & your crew to help.
"Mista! Babee fwuffy hav owwies...pwease hewp, gif fwuffies babee!"
>Stupid creatures don't understand they only have about 30 seconds left to live.
>Make thy peace with thy maker.
>Just kidding; humans created fluffy ponies & now we hate you.
>Smash the trapped fluffies with your hammers.
>You don't need to kill them all.
>Broken legs, smashed faces, snapped spines are fine too.
>Anything to keep them from getting away.
>Soon none are fighting.
>The fluffy foal hangs above and looks down in horror.
>So soon after watching her mother killed the same way this must be pretty traumatic.
>No big deal, she'll join them by the end of the day.
 
>Pull the net off.
>The survivors writhe around and cry.
>"Weggies nu wowk!" "Whaaa, fwuffy huwt!" "Nu can move, why nu move?"
>Collect them, toss 'em in the trash bag.
>If they're not dead already they will be soon.
>Hose the blood off the sidewalk.
>Try for another herd.
>The bait foal just hangs there whimpering.
>Shocked by what she has just watched.
>Gotta get her crying again...crying is important.
>Grab her, twist the hook around.
>She screams in agony.
>Rip one of her delicate ears for good measure.
>"Boss! Here they come...hide!"
>Dive back into the bushes just as another fluffy herd comes plodding along.
 
4/4
>You've caught 4 fluffy pony herds by lunch.
>The bait foal is pretty useless by now.
>She's lost a lot of blood...witnessed so much horrifying trauma.
>She barely cries, that won't attract adult fluffies.
>Okay. That's why you kept her brother.
>Rip the hook out, baby fluffy screams one last time.
>Eeyup, she's dead. Toss her in the trash bag.
 
>After lunch, change locations.
>The main city park is good after lunch.
>Careless humans leave their lunch scraps out.
>*sigh* There ought to be a law against littering.
>It's a buffett for fluffy pony scavengers.
>Your 2nd fluffy foal has been in his box all morning.
>Cowering in fear, crying and sitting in his own piss.
"Fwuffy scawed! Pwease Mista nice? Gif huggies?"
>Reach in the box.
>He squeals and tries to run from your hand.
>It's not very effective.
>Catch his leg, lift squirming foal up.
>Pierce him with the hook, straight through his tiny nuts into his pelvis.
>He shrieks and thrashes like his dead sister did.
>Hopefully he'll do as good a job as bait.
 
>Fluffy pony control is a never ending job.
>You incinerate 20 garbage bags a day full of these vermin.
>There's always more.
>The citizens appreciate your efforts though.
>Hairy PeTA chicks bring you iced tea and lemonade.
>"You're doing such a good job wiping out invasives so native species can thrive."
>One gives you a hand-job in the truck.
>After you finish you hear crying and babbling.
"Babee haf owwies!" "Hewp babee!" "Get babee down!"
>Looks like the bait foal attracted another herd.
>Say goodbye to hairy PeTA chicks.
>There's work to be done.