1/3
>Work in a grocery store.
>Shit job, low pay.
>Best thing you could get at the time.
One day...
>Breaking down cardboard boxes in the back.
>Commotion at front of store.
>Manager's voice comes over PA system; "All employees to the front of the store."
>A herd of stray fluffy ponies has wandered into the store.
>They're in the aisles, tearing at boxes.
>"Smewl nummies!" "Pwenty nummies hewe!" "Fwuffy want!"
>Most of them are in the produce section, trying to reach the fruits & vegetables.
>"Pwease hewp fwuffy!" "Wan' nummies!"
>Employees are already rounding them up.
>Great crying and complaining when fluffy ponies realize humans are not going to feed them.
>Try not to kill fluffies in front of customers.
>Still, many are stomped or thrown out into traffic.
>Takes 45 minutes to round up entire fluffy herd.
>Another 2 hours cleaning up their poop.
>Manager is pleased; "Good work, people."
Later that day...
>Stocking cereal boxes.
>Shove boxes to the back, hear a squeak.
>Dig into the back.
>One terrified fluffy foal.
>Just a baby, hidden behind the boxes.
>Shivering in a puddle of its own urine.
>3 cereal boxes ruined by piss.
>What are you gonna do with this little shit?
 
2/3
>Pull terrified fluffy foal out of hiding space.
>Purple unicorn with red mane.
>Fluff soaked with tears.
>Tiny...probably only a week or two old.
>Begins bawling like a human child.
>This foal is too young to be away from its mother.
>Well...life sucks...it's away from its mother.
>No chance you're ever gonna find her.
>Many fluffies were killed in the round-up.
>Even the survivors have moved on by now.
>This foal will die slowly without its mother.
>Most humane thing to do is euthanize foal.
>How do without making another huge mess?
>The butcher department is always a bloody mess!
>You'll do it there.
>Pick it up gently.
>Fluffy fits in your palm.
>Foal is crying in fear, but nuzzling into your shirt.
>Scared & desperate for any protection or comfort.
"Don't cry little fella...it'll be over soon."
>Foal only knows a few words. "Mumma! Mumma! Mumma!"
>Bring it back to butcher shop.
"Hey, Marty...I got a little problem here."
 
3/3
>Butcher nods.  "I'm kinda busy...go ahead and pick a knife."
>Select big meat cleaver.
>That'll do it, quick & painless.
>Set fluffy down on chopping block.
>"Nuuu! Fwuffy wan' up!"
>Foal cries, flailing its stubby front legs at you, wanting to be picked up.
"Calm down little guy..."
>Gently push squirming foal down.
>Slam cleaver down on neck.
>It's not very effective.
>Fluffy foal screams and thrashes to escape...blood pouring from neck wound.
>"Arrrgghhh! Mummy! Mummy! Whaaaaahhhh!!!"
>The squealing is horrible.
>It takes two more whacks to take head off.
>Marty the butcher is laughing.
>"Harder than it looks, kid."
>Shows you a big butcher knife.
>"Shoulda used this one...it's a lot easier."
>Demonstrates, slicing the fluffy corpse in two, cleanly & effortlessly.
"Sure...now ya tell me."
>Marty laughs and tosses dead foal in the scrap bin.
>Manager comes in.
>"Oh, I see you found one last fluffy pony.  Good job not doing it in front of the customers."
>Manager says the shopping carts need to be brought in from parking lot.
"Sure, no problem, boss."
>While outside, see a single fluffy mare running around frantically.
>Face wet with tears.
>"Hooman, pwease, pwease hewp fwuffy! Can't find babee! Whewe babee?"
>She's a unicorn...purple with red mane.
>Damn.
>Life's a bitch.