>Sunrise the following day.
>Wander back onto your deck with the binoculars, fully expecting to see a clump of multicolored corpses floating around the island.
>Somehow, all ten ponies survived the night without drowning.
>They begin to stir as the sun rises, shining directly into their crate.
>Nine of them file out of the crate and head to the strip to graze.
>The yellow earth fluffy remains behind, still asleep.
>You wonder how the two pegasus fluffies on the sandbar escaped.
>You assume they finally overcame their stupidity and walked in the shallow water.
>The herd eats, babbling amongst themselves.
>Again, their tiny minds are focused completely on the food.
>You are fairly surprised they haven't seen you yet; your deck is only about 50 feet away from them.
>Perhaps it's for the best.  If they did see you, they'd just run into the deep water and drown trying to hug you.
>You watch them graze for about half an hour, then suddenly get an idea.
>You don't get to see fluffy ponies often, at least not live ones.
>You clap your hands loudly to see if they'll look at you.
>Sound echoes off the rocky cliffs.
>They instantly cease grazing and huddle together in a terrified clump.
>”What dat?”, “Woud noisies scawy...”, “Fwuffy no wike snap!”
>As a single unit, the nine of them move to seek cover in the pine grove.
>The yellow earth fluffy in the crate is awake too.  She's pushed herself into a corner.
>The other fluffies all shelter near tree trunks.
>They're awful at hiding; you can still see every single one of them.
>You clap again.
>The fluffies begin to panic.  They decide to clump together once again.
>They don't even think to enter the crate.
>The yellow one in the crate already even comes out to huddle with her friends.
>You clap a third time.
>A couple of the earth fluffies literally shit themselves with fear.
>”Pwease no mo' snappy-cwack!  Fwuffy will be good poni!” a pink unicorn begs.
>You clap once more.
>All the fluffies scream with terror, breaking their group and waddling around as fast as their stubby legs will carry them.
>”Pwease stop snappy-cwack!  We be good fwuffies!” they shout in unison.
>Most of them have soiled themselves at this point, leaving trails of shit behind them as they move.
>Two of the dimmer earth fluffies, including the yellow one, take cover out in the open.
>They try to hide in the short grass in the middle of the strip.
>The rest split up between the pine groves, trembling and promising in baby-talk to be good fluffies.
>You are dumbfounded, as they never once looked in your direction.
>You head outside as night falls.
>During the afternoon, you watched them as they calmed down and grazed again.
>As the sun began to set, they went to the shit-filled pine grove to sleep, but left since it 'no smell pwetty'.
>They shelter in the other grove.
>Quietly, you wade from the shore to the island.
>You sneak into the grove and look over them.
>They're all fast asleep, mumbling things as they dream.
>You've decided to see just how these things fare as pets.
>Quietly, you step from fluffy to fluffy, choosing one to take.
>You see the pegasus fluffies sleeping in a group.
>One of them is a gorgeous white with an orange mane and tail.
>You decide to take her.
>You gently lift her by the scruff of her neck, keeping her mouth closed with your other hand.
>She doesn't wake up until you've left the island and nearly reached the shore.
>She wiggles her stubby legs furiously.  Muffled screams filter through your hand.
>She can't see you, because you're holding her out in front of you and facing away.
>You get her inside and let her down on the carpet.
>”Where fwuffy is?  Where fwuffy's fwiends go?” she babbles anxiously.
>She finally walks in a circle and sees you.
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>She runs over and hugs your shins, squealing, “Hooman!  You pick fwuffy!  Fwuffy wuv you!”
>How quaint.
>You sit on the couch, watching as she toddles about happily.
>She professes with her squeaky voice how she will love you and hug you and be the best ever fluffy.
>She looks for some sort of toy to play with, but can't find any.
>Suddenly, she stops, her whole body trembling.
>She squats.
>Oh fuck.
>Shit streams out of her ass onto your pristine, eggshell colored carpet.
>No wonder people get mad at these fucking things.
>”Fwuffy make poopies!” she chirps, returning to her toy search.
>You snatch her up by the scruff again.
>She squeals loudly, running in the air.
>”Owwie!  Why hurt fwuffy!”
“You shat on my carpet, you little white turd cannon.”
>Your angry stare could freeze flames solid.
>”Fw-fwuffy sowwee!” she squeaks, her legs still flailing uselessly.  “Fwuffy no mean be tuwd cannon!”
>Her little wings are spread open, showing the depth of her fear.
>You carry her out to the deck.
>Aiming for the shit stained pine grove, you hurl her with rage augmented strength.
>She flutters her wings desperately.
>They only serve to smooth the arc of her flight.
>She slams into a tree trunk and falls roughly to the ground, landing in a pile of shit.
>Now mostly brown, she limps about and cries about her leg not working.
>She finally hobbles to the other grove.  Fluffies that woke up when she struck the tree complain about her smell.
>You feel guilty at first, watching her walk painfully.
>Then you look back at the shit on your carpet and that guilt vanishes.
>You decide to continue watching the fluffy herd from a distance.
>After you clean up the shit.