>Live along the beach.
>One day, you're walking along, enjoying the sound of the waves, when you find a young, stray fluffy pony.
>Fearing for his safety, you take him home and adopt him.
>Name him Arthur.
>Regret giving him a name that’s so hard for him to pronounce
>"Awfuh", like many fluffy ponies, has a suicidal fondness for water.
>He especially loves your fishtank, and spends hours giggling and staring, entranced, at the fish.
>One day the phone rings while you're feeding the fish.
>You absentmindedly leave the top of the fish tank off, and when you return, you find Arthur trying to clamber inside.
>You scoop him up before he manages to tip it over or fall in.
>He protests all the way back to his saferoom.
>"Awfuh wan’ be fishie! Wan’ hug an pway an tawk wif fishies!”
>In your attempts to calm him down, you explain that fishies can’t talk.
>”Nuh uh! Dummy Daddy! Fishies awways tawkin’!”
>You have no idea what he’s talking about.
>One day, you forget to secure the lock on Arthur’s saferoom.
>You notice a draft; the back door is open.
>You run outside, and see Arthur carefully approaching the waterline.
>You yell for him to come back, the water’s too dangerous for fluffy ponies!
>He turns around, puffing his cheeks in defiance.
>”Nuh uh! Awfuh wuv wawa, daddy!
>As he says this, a wave manages to reach his little hooves.
>His absorbent fluff is instantly weighed down by water, and his legs fall out from under him.
>”Wheeeeee” he squeals as you race to catch him.
>You’re too late; Arthur is pulled back and disappears under the crest of the next wave.
>You’re crushed by the sudden lost of your fluffy companion
>But then, you hear a sound ringing out above the noise of the surf.
>”See Daddy? Wa-wa fun! Awfuh pway in wa-wa fowevuh!”
>Arthur is leaping out of the water like a dolphin, bouncing and giggling and babbling about fishies, quicker and more energetic than he ever was on land.
>”Fishie fwends heaw now! Go pway! Bye-bye, Daddy!”
>As he says this, several fish leap out of the water. Arthur embraces them in a mid-air hug, and is carried out to the horizon.
>Your fluffy pony has become Aquafluff, king of the sea.
>He uses his powers to have fish steal spaghetti from the Italian place on the waterfront.