>Your fluffly pony can't tell the difference between feeling hungry and being too full
>She was a pathetic, skinny little thing when you adopted it from the pound, so you think she might be a bit traumatized from having been hungry constantly when she was young.
>She aways eats all the food put out for it immediately, so you have to be careful with her portions or she gets a mad wicked tummy ache
>Unless you get the portions exactly right, she complains. "Fwuffy stiww hungwy!"
>She thinks the discomfort she gets from eating too much means she's hungry, so when she's too full, she tries to eat more.
>She keeps getting into the trash and the shelves and getting food not meant for her.
>As a result, your fluffy pony has gotten rather obese.
>her belly touches the floor and her little legs struggle to push her around the linoleum
>she's hopelessly stranded on the carpet and can't push herself over the door jambs, so she is basically confined to the kitchen.
>At this point, she couldn't climb into the litter box if she wanted to, so you've been trying to get her to crap on some newspaper in the corner.
>As for how that's going, well, let's just say at least linoleum is easy to clean.
>One day you finally get tired of the gluttonous little bugger and decide to try a little experiment .
>Come dinner time, instead of giving her the standard portion, you just tip the whole bag of chow for her.
>"yay! wots of nummies fow fwuffy!"
>She waddles on over and sticks her head into the bag and starts eating away.
>And keeps eating. In no time at all she's already consumed more than a whole day's worth of food.
>Fluffy pony is now in a great deal of pain, Stupid thing probably thinks it's starving. She's crying and eating at the same time.
>"Bewwy huwt.. Fwuffy so hungwy!... eat mow nummies"
>Fluffy throws up a little, eats the vomit, and continues eating
>By now, your fluffy pony has grown considerably in size. Her back legs don't even touch the ground anymore.
>You hear a quiet popping noise from within fluffy, and it cries out in agony. her stomach must have finally ripped open.
>"EEEEE! pwease no mow huwties, bewwy! fwuffy gif nummies! why huwties?... why hungwy?!
>Weakly, she starts eating again.
>She finds it much easier to cram food down her throat now that her stomach is ruptured.
>She manages to eat nearly the whole bag before before her skin rips open, spreading a disgusting black ichor of blood and chewed food onto the linoleum
>Your fluffy pony dies soon after of blood loss and shock
>You put on your dish washing gloves and push the ruptured, bloated carcass into the now mostly empty feed bag.
>You roll up the top and toss it into the trash
>Well, that was disgusting.
>You now know not to try that again
>Science marches triumphantly onward!