> You are Maroon. The dark red unicorn smarty with a dark red mane
> And currently, you’re staring at the Other Herd that has come to Big Field.
> The Other Herd is a little bigger than your herd. But you’re not worried.
> You know that if they’re friendly, you can demand that they give you their unicorns and get them to leave.
> Maybe give them owwies when they turn to leave.
> If they’re meanie fluffies, you can give their smarty friend biggest owwies, then they’ll follow you.
> Then get every fluffy to make the wingies and earthies in the Other Herd to sleep forever.
> You hope they’re meanie fluffies. You want to use your horn.
> You gaze behind you. Thor is doing his job- all the mares and babies get behind him.
> Though Sunny and Cuddles can give owwies, you don’t want them hurt. You need them to make and protect babies.
> Thor is big and brave enough that any fluffy that tries to steal or hurt the mares or babies will sleep forever.
> Thor also knows to lead the mares and babies back to The Home if you sleep forever.
> That won’t happen.
> Sparks looks a little worried
> Or scared? Is he a scaredy fluffy?
> Jelly looks at you, then the Other Herd, and back again.
> Stompy smiles at the Other Herd, and lightly stomps his feet.
> The throbbing in your head is getting stronger. The sight of those dumb earthies and those weak wingies makes you want to give biggest owwies.
> You wonder if you shouldn’t just give them owwies, not talk, not try to make new friends.
> You think better of it. There are 4 unicorns among them. Two are mares with babies.
> At least, you think so. You’re not that good at counting.
> You try to count the babies, but they won’t stay still and you keep losing count.
> Before you know it, they’re right infront of you, and their smarty friend, a big, gray, dumb earthie trots up to you.
> He has a mean look on his face.
> No need to think too much.
> “ dis pwace Smokie’s!” he says, his cheeks puffed out. “Yoo join hewd or get big owwies!”
> Your head is pounding. Red fog makes it hard to see a little bit.
> “Nu! Smokie gif hownie fwends or Mawoon make Smokie sweep fowevew!”
> You can taste boo-boo juice now.
> “dummy Mawoon join hewd!”
> “Nu!” you snort.
> You stomp your hoofs. Smokie stomps his hoofs back.
> The sight of two smarties going to give owwies to each other makes each herd form a circle around you and Smokie.
> This is how smarties decide who the better smarty is.
> You know Smokie, being an earthie, is going to be really strong and tough.
> But slow and stupid.
> Boo-boo juice trickles out of your nose.
> Each herd member of both herds starts to stomp their hoofs
> You can’t distinguish between the hoof-noise and your pounding head.
> Smokie attacks.
> You’re ready.
 
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> You’re Jelly. And you’re stomping your little feet like the rest of the two herds.
> Except Sparks. He doesn’t stomp as much.
> You hope Maroon wins. And you hope that after he wins, you can give owwies to the other herd. You still feel sad and angry over Tangles going to sleep forever.
> And maybe you could be a special friend to a mare! You’ve never had a special friend before!
> You watch as Smokie leaps at Maroon. But Maroon is really clever, and rolls to the side and bucks the dumb earthie in the side of his head.
> It doesn’t cause Smokie any owwies.
> Smokie turns to face Maroon, but Maroon isn’t there- he’s running the other way around Smokie!
> Maroon sure is smart.
> Maroon bites into Smokie’s neck. Smokie grunts and tries to shake free.
> Maroon hits the ground with a *thud* and a yelp, and Smokie advances on him.
> Maroon is gushing boo-boo juice from his nose! He must be really angry.
> He gets up and bucks Smokie hard in his sniffer.
> Smokie staggers a bit, and Maroon runs around him again.
> Oh no! Dummy earthie was smart and caught Maroon by his ear when he went to run circles around him.
> Maroon lets out a small squeal and a grunt, and tries to pull away. Smokie keeps his grip.
> Maroon hits Smokie’s face with his front hoof a few times, trying to make him let go of his ear
> Maroon pulls back, screeches, and hits Smokie in his eye. There is a wet ripping sound as Maroon frees himself
> Smokie took a piece of Maroon’s ear off! That must hurt!
> “Boo-boo juice!” some fluffy cries in excitement
> The cry is echoed by all the surrounding fluffies, yourself included.
> Smokie is shaking his head back and forth and moving side to side. Maroon must’ve really given him owwies!
> Maroon smiles, lowers his head, and charges Smokie when Smokie turns.
> It’s time for biggest owwies!
> Maroon’s sharpie horn goes into Smokie’s side, boo-boo juice comes out of the hole and Smokie’s mouth, and Maroon bears down on him, forcing him onto the grassies.
> He pulls out his horn and stomps on Smokie’s sniffer a few times.
> “pwease…pwease…no mowe owwies. Smokie weave…” Smokie whimpers
> Maroon glares down at him.
> “Yoo sweep fowevew now” Maroon seethes, and bites down on the front of Smokie’s large neck, and squeezes until Smokie stops thrashing
> Every fluffy is silent as Maroon closes his eyes and lets out a deep, long, scary sounding sigh.
> “munsta” you hear one of Sunny’s foals say.
 
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> You are Maroon. And that could’ve gone better.
> You didn’t expect the earthie to suddenly switch its direction and bite your ear.
> It hurt. You wonder how much of it is gone.
> But you feel better, because you made earthie sleep forever
> The pounding in your head subsides a little as you let out a long breath.
> You open your eyes. You can see clearly again.
> You look around. The two herds have retreated to their own sides.
> You take a deep breath, and yell
> “Big Fiewd bewongs to hownie fwuffies!”
> The Other Herd shrinks before your voice. Your herd lets out a small cheer:“Yay!”
> “All hownie fwuffies awe now pawt of Mawoon’s hewd!” you say, turning to face the Other Herd.
> Point your hoof towards your herd. The four unicorn fluffies quietly trot over to join. They’re met with hugs. “New fwends!” Jelly says.
> You look at the Other Herd, now comprised of two earthies and three wingies.
> You begin to consider letting them go- you’re very tired, and they still outnumber your herd.
> But, the thought of letting them go makes you angry.
> “Mawoon no huwt othew fwuffies…” you begin
> Your herd gasps, the Other Herd begins to whisper various things.
> You smile
> “Stompy and Jewwy huwt othew fwuffies!”
> You look at Stompy, who grins, and tears off after them followed by Jelly. They scatter.
> As Stompy terrorizes what’s left of the Other Herd, you eat grassies, hug new friends, play with them and have a good time.
> Stompy is having fun, too- he caught and wingie and made it sleep forever by Stomping on it.
> Jelly gives an earthie biggest owwies, then makes sorry poopies on it and leaves it in a puddle of boo-boo juice and poopies.
> Jelly is a good fluffy
> What luck! You found a yellow flower to eat.
> BEST DAY EVER
 
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> You are Silky. And you scared.
> Meanie Maroon gave big owwies to an earthie tonight. Earthie didn’t wake up.
>Boo-boo juice came out of Meanie Maroon’s nose. It was scary.
> Then Stompy and Jelly chased the others fluffies away.
> New friends are in the herd now. You don’t want to be in the herd. You like new friends, but you miss daddy.
> Now you’re laying on a soft thing in The Home, behind the white metal thing.
> You remember daddy had one in his basement. He said it kept the house warm. You like being warm.
> You try to get warm right now, but you’re having a hard time.
> “Why Siwky ova hewe?” you hear a soft voice say.
> You turn your head. It’s Cuddles and Sparks.
> “Siwky cowd” you say. “wan wawm”
> They smile, and they curl up by you, warming you. Snuggling you.
> You feel a little better. You like Cuddles.
> You like Sparks.
> You fall asleep with the only two fluffies you think of as friends.
 
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> “Cuddwes and Spawks weave now”
> You are Silky, and you have awoke from dreams of daddy, warm spaghetti and hugs.
> You feel the warmth leave you as Cuddles and Sparks hasten away from you, looking over their shoulders as they do so.
> They look sad.
> You turn your head. It’s Meanie Maroon.
> He has a black eye, and part of his ear is gone. He’s smiling. He looks so scary that you can’t help but curl up and shiver.
> “is dat time again!” he says, cheerfully.
> You squeal as he mounts you and bites the back of your neck
> He holds you down, and soon you can feel his happy thing in your peepee place.
> You whimper. You don’t like it. You don’t want bad special hugs from him.
> “enf…enf…enf…”
> You don’t want the babies of a meanie fluffy.
> “enf…enf…enf…”
> You want to sleep in the fluff pile with Cuddles and Sparks. You don’t want to sleep next to Maroon.
> “enf…enf-“
> He stops suddenly, and trots over to face you.
> “giv Mawoon mouth-hugs” he says, looking at you with that same scary smile.
> You put his happy thing in your mouth. It tastes bad.
> He gives your mouth special hugs
> “enf…enF…ENF!”
> His no-no juice tastes worse. You cough and spit.
> He stops, trots over to you and begins to nuzzle the fluff around your neck. Soon, he is asleep.
> You sob quietly.
> You don’t want Maroon’s babies.
> You want daddy.
> You want to go home.