>Be the korean teenage son of a korean family.
>Work in a fluffy pony shelter.
>You're still in highschool, needed a job.
>People come and go with their fluffies.
>Right now it's play time.
>You press a button and all the cages open and the fluff balls wander out.
>"Pway?" they all ask.
>"Yes fluffies...play" you say as you toss in the deflated ball and some old and dirty wooden blocks.
>"Pway pway pway!" they all shout as they stampede towards the toys.
>They sit in the playpen hugging, building and chasing the ball
>You see your favorite.
>She's a yellow mare with a few missing teeth and three hooves.
>She says you're her favorite "watcha pewson".
>When you step in the pen she scampers as quickly over to you as she can and nuzzles your legs.
>"Shine wuv yoo!" she says as you hugs you.
>At dinner you give her an extra treat
>Fruitsnacks, cookies, nothing too big.
>"Yay! Tweat fo' shine!" she giggles as you put them in her bowl.
>At night when you have to read the bed time stories to the fluffies you sit right next to her so she can hear it the best.
>She smiles at you as you read.
>At closing time you close her up last so she can have extra time to wander the play pen.
>When you lock her in her cage she starts to whimper.
>"No! No weave pwease! No weave shine!" she begs.
>"Sorry" you say as you pull down her nightime curtain.
>"No! Pwease take shine! Shine wuv yoo!"
>She wants you to take her.
>You turn around and pull of her sheet.
>"What?" you ask the crying yellow fluffball.
>"Pwese..shine wuv yoo...pwease take wif yoo..pwese be shine's daddy!"
>Without saying anything you unhook her cage and grab the little yellow ball.
>"Okay" you whisper to her"
>"Yay! Wuv yoo! Yoo daddy!" she says as she hugs you as hard as she can.
>You hop on your bike and peddle home with her in your basket.
>"Go fast! So fast!" she giggles as you peddle home.
>You get home and take your bike to the garage and grab the smiling yellow fluff ball and walk in.
>"Yay new home! New home!" she giggles.
>It's only 11, but everyone in your asian house is sleeping.
>You place her in your little brother's play pen and go to find the old litter box from your mom's old cat.
>You can't find it, and just grab her and take her to bed.
>"Yay! Sweep wif daddy!" she says as she lays on your chest.
>"Goo' night daddy! Shine wuv yoo!" she says as she nuzzles your chest.
>Morning.
>"SON! COME DOWN FO'BREAKFAST" your dad yells.
>You look around for shine and see a little ball under some clothes in your hamper.
>Guess she found that in the middle of the night.
>You think it's a good a idea just to let her sleep.
>You come down stairs and sit at the table.
>"Very gud breakfast!" your dad yells as he loads up your plate with what looks like pancakes.
>"Very specurr" he says.
>"Special? They're just pancakes, dad" you grunt.
>"No! Dese very gord! These fruffy prony pancake!" he says as your mom, sister, and baby brother enter the room.
>It hits you.
>"F-fluffy pony pancakes?" you stutter.
>"OH YES VERY GURD! FRUFFY PRONY BREAK IN HOURSE AND SREEP IN YOU ROOM."
>Your heart beats faster.
>"UGRE RITTLE DING! HAVE TREE LEG!" he laughs.
>"ANYWAY EAT UP! YOU MUST REAN ALL DA RANGUAGES OF DA WORLD SOON!" he says as pulls up a giant stack of textbooks.
>You look down at your fluffy pony pancake and you see that it's really yellow.
>Shines yellow.
>Burst into tears.