> You are Poppy, a light red Pegasus with a black nose.
> And you have the best special friend ever. A handsome Unicorn stallion named Winter, who’s white with a grey mane.
> He’s the smarty friend of the herd, and you all live happily in The Rink.
> Tonight, you are taking some of the fluffies out to the Nummie place to get foodies.
> Winter is staying in The Rink, though. He has to do smarty things.
> You don’t know what smarty things are. But they must be important.
> Maybe tonight you’ll find some of those flat things that taste a bit like sketties!
> That would make you and the herd happy! They love those!
> Winter would love it too!
> This is going to be the best night ever, you can just feel it!
 
 
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> You are Maroon, the dark red unicorn smarty with a dark red mane
> and you feel a little better. The feeling has come back to your leg. Most of it at least.
> It feels tingly when you stand on it too hard.
> You’re still mad. The throbbing head-hurties haven’t gone away completely.
> Stompy disposed of your babies.
> Though…part of you didn’t want him to.
> Currently, your whole herd is in The Home with you. You just came back from drinking from Little River and eating grassies in Big Field.
> Tonight, you’re all going to The Rink.
> They roll around, chatter, and play.
> That stops now.
> You hop on a small box, raise your left front hoof. It hurts, but you don’t cry. Real smarties never cry.
> “Hewd!” you shout. They all turn to you, silent. A few foals are being hushed by their mummas.
> “Yoo awe aww guud fwuffies!” you begin. You wait a moment. Their faces light up at the praise.
> “aww guud fwuffies shouwd hav foodies and wawm tings! Yoo aww shouwd hav dem too!”
> “but fwuffies in da Wink, dey bad fwuffies! Dey hav foodies and wawm tings, but dey take dem fwom us! Dey hav sketties and no shawe wit us!”
> Every fluffy is paying close attention now, thinking of stolen sketties, you believe.
> “without foodies, sketties and soft tings, hewd no wive troo snow-time! Foaws sweep fowevew beside sad fwuffy mummas! Stwong stawwions become weak! Pwetty mawes wose fwuff! No cowts, no fiwwies, no hewd!”
> You stop talking for a moment. You can see that they are all angry or scared for their babies.
> Good.
> “…and no fwends!”
> They all gasp, some cry.
> “If yoo wan fwends, guud babbehs, guud nummies, and wawm pwace fow snow-time, we must giv Wink hewd biggest owwies! Make evewy wingie and eawthie sweep fowevew! Den Mawoon pwomise, hewd be safe fwom munstas and happy!”
> There is a stomp. And another. And yet another. Soon, the whole herd, from the biggest stallion to the smallest foal is stomping their hoofs.
> “evewy cowt, stawwion, and mawe wit no babbehs must giv biggest owwies! Wemembew da wules! No wingies, no eawthies! FOW DA HERD!”
> “DA HEWD!” they echo. The stomping sounds just like the head-hurties.
> You’ll have bad head-hurties again before the night is over.
> And The Rink
 
 
 
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> You are Sparks, and you are worried.
> You’re currently following Maroon with the majority of the herd- those who are old enough and don’t have babies.
> What worries you the most is that Cuddles has to come along too.
> You don’t like that. You don’t want her to get owwies.
> You also don’t want owwies, you don’t want give them either.
> But you know you have to, you have to stay and protect her, Sunny, Brownie and Scout.
> You promised Thor. So, you have to be brave.
> Cheeks hurt a little. You wonder why, but soon realize the reason.
> You’re puffing them out. You hadn’t realized it. This makes you less scared- you’re being brave.
> Cuddles nuzzles your neck a little as you both walk.
> “Spawks wook bwave and handsum!”
> This causes your cheeks to burn a little.
> You nuzzle her back.
> You idly wonder if the fluffies in The Rink are really bad fluffies. You’ve never met any, you think.
> But if what Maroon says is true, they’re mean and won’t share.
> But Maroon also doesn’t share with wingies or earthies.
> This confuses you a little. It doesn’t seem right.
> You shake your head a little. You’ll think about it later.
> You just have to make sure to keep her safe.
 
 
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> You are Stompy, and you’re stomping.
> You’re stomping hard. You’re really excited!
> Soon, you’ll get to stomp like you’ve never stomped before!
> You’ll stomp the wingies and earthies of The Rink!
> Maybe even a few Unicorns when Maroon isn’t looking.
> The herd approaches the ditch across from The Rink. Maroon stops.
> “down hewe!” he shouts, pointing his hoof downward.
> You and the rest of the herd scramble down into the ditch.
> Maroon soon follows.
> He climbs up the side opposite The Rink, and peeks over.
> All the fluffies bump against one another, some stopping to give hugs to scared herd members.
> You buck a few that get too close to you.
> “dey coming wit nummies!” Maroon hisses down.
> There is light chattering from the herd, but Maroon silences them with a “Shh!”
> You don’t care about the nummies that much. You just want to stomp!
> “when Mawoon say so, we get dem. We give dem all owwies…”
> He peers back over for a moment
> “make dem sweep fowevew… he says, grinning.
> That disappoints you a little. Maybe later you can give them biggest owwies and make them sleep forever.
> You can hardly wait!
 
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> You are Maroon, and you see them. A red wingie mare with a black spot on her nose leads them. One Unicorn. Some earthies, a few more wingies.
> One earthie is carrying a small box in his mouth, the kind that contain brown sweet things.
> A wingie has a shiny, rustling thing. You know it contains chippies.
> You lick your lips. You like chippies.
> And two earthies are balancing a flat skettie-thing on their backs!
> Your smile broadens, even as the head-hurties get more intense.
> Just as you begin to taste boo-boo juice, you call to your herd:
> “Get dem! GET DEM!”
> They scramble up over the ditch, and across the metal-munsta path, following you.
> The Rink fluffies are going to go through the shiny metal box thing- one of the two entrances into The Rink.
> They won’t get there.
> “wat dat?” an earthie says, turning to face you.
> He screams, and the rest of his party screams.
> Your herd screams too, but not from fear.
> They smash into The Rink fluffies, causing big owwies.
> Nummies scatter everywhere as your herd goes about bucking, biting and butting.
> “nuu! Why huwt Daisy!?” one cries.
> “No bite speciaw pwace!” another wails
> “STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!” a familiar voice happily shouts.
> Boo-boo juice gushes from your nose as you bite one wingie by the ear and hold fast.
> You realize it’s their leader.
> “Stop huwties!”
> You hit her in the face with your left front hoof.
> It hurts her, but also hurts you, sending a sharp bolt of pain up your leg.
> You let go, gasping.
> She falls to the ground and buries her face in the ground
> “Owwies!”
> You look around.
> Most of The Rink fluffies are sleeping forever, some have such big owwies they can’t move, and only cry. The mares are getting bad special hugs from Jelly and a few other stallions. They cry and protest, but the stallions ignore them.
> Some of the herd members eat the fallen nummies, cooing and giggling.
> Stompy ,his hoofs stained with boo-boo juice, is smiling broadly. You know he’s happy.
> You walk towards the wingie mare, who is now being hugged by the one unicorn among them, a light brown stallion
> “Yoo, pointy fwend” you say to him. He looks at you.
> “Wat yoo cawwed?”
> “Cookie” he replies, then hugs the wingie tighter. “pwease no huwt Cookie ow Poppy.”
> You smile “why no huwt Poppy? She speciaw fwend?”
> “Cuz...” he sniffles “cuz Poppy speciaw fwend of smawty Wintew.”
> The wingie’s eyes go wide when he says this
> You think about this for a moment.
> A plan forms.
> “Hewd!” you call. “No wun huwt Cookie ow Poppy!”
> You look at Cookie and the wingie “…not yet.”
> You will keep the wingie here for now. Cookie will go inside and tell Winter to come out or you’ll hurt the wingie, then his whole herd.
> You’ll hurt Winter either way.
> And his herd either way.
> But if Winter sleeps forever first, everything will be easier. No smarty to tell them what to do.
> You will also get Stompy to go to the otherside of The Rink, near the doors with the hole in it. They won’t escape.
> The head hurties subside, but your leg still hurts.
> Doesn’t matter.
> You’re such a smart fluffy.