>you've been trying for about two weeks now
>she's learned to take incredibly slow steps, but steps nonetheless
>the doctor told you that she should be walking just fine when her wings heal
>it's mostly a placebo, seeing as how she's always complaining about her wings
>you two practice walking all day long
>you've made a game that for every step she takes, you take five spaghetti noodles
>the more steps, the more spaghetti
>but today she's not really into it
>"Derpy, what's wrong?"
>"No wan sketties. Too many sketties."
>a fluffy doesn't want spaghetti?
>this is new to you
>"Well, I can get you something else, if you want."
>"you go and raid the kitchen, taking her with you
>"Alright, how about...vegetables?"
>"Eww! Dewpy no wike vewetaweble!"
>you'll have to teach her how to say 'vegetable' later
>you turn to the cupboard
>"How about some graham crackers?"
>"Gwam cwacka?
>"Oh, do you like the sound of that?"
>she gives a confused nod
>you grab an elephant shaped one and hold it in front of her face
>she takes the whole thing and stuffs it in her mouth
>and tries to swallow it whole
>she starts choking
>"Oh, fuck! Spit that shit out, Derpy!"
>she just gurgles
>you're not letting her die today
>you reach around and start compressing her stomach in a sort of Heimlich Maneuver
>she's still choking
>you feel for her throat and start frantically running your fingers up it in an awkward attempt to push it out
>it moves a bit, but it's still blocking her airways
>fuck this
>you spin around and stuff your fingers down her throat
>she starts flailing, but you hold her steady
>you grab the cracker and pull that bastard out
>your hand, the cracker, and your kitchen table are now covered with saliva
>you throw out the cracker and scrub everything down
>you head over to Derpy, whose tears are filling her eyes
>she's shaking uncontrollably
>"Hey, are you alright?"
>nothing
>"Derpy?"
>you lean down to check on her, but she runs across the counter, screaming bloody murder
>"Derpy!"
>she's facing the wall, murmuring and crying to herself
>you walk up and poke her
>she screams again
>she's stopped screaming and is now talking at the speed of light
>"Nodaddehnodon'thewtDewpyDewpyisgoodfwuffyDewpywuvsdaddehpweasenohewt"
>oh shit, is she having flashbacks?
>"Woah, Derpy. Calm down. It's okay."
>she's still saying the exact same thing, but slower now
>her words are interrupted by her sobs
>you pick her up and hug her
>"I'm not like your old daddy. I'm not going to hurt you."
>she cries into your shoulder, only stopping to catch her breath
>"I love you too much to hurt you, Derpy."
>the cries slowly stop, and she hugs you tightly
>"Dewpy wuv new daddeh bettew den owd daddeh."
>"Yeah, he was a real asshole, wasn't he."
>Derpy laughs
>"Asshowe funneh wood."
>"Don't say that. Only daddy can say that word."
>"Why?"
>you set her down on the counter
>"Because I said so. Now, are you still hungry?"
>"A widdle bit..."
>you rummage through the kitchen, trying to find something that won't kill her
>she'd choke on bubblegum, apples would be too solid, pre-made cookies are far too crunchy and making them right takes a lot of time
>wait a second
>a bag of plain muffin mix
>they're chewy and don't take to long to make
>you'd give her one full muffin for completing daily training
>this is perfect
>"Derpy, how do muffins sound?"
>her eyes light right up
>"Muffehs?"
>"Yes, muffins."
>"Dewpy wan eat muffehs!"
>you bust out all the ingredients, and Derpy helps you out
>she's not very good at baking, though
>she spilt the flour more times than you can count, and three eggs were lost to the floor
>when the muffins are finally done, Derpy looks at you with the happiest face you've seen in a long time
>you slap on the oven mitts and take them out
>of course, she tries to eat them as soon as you set them down
>"Ouchies! Meanie muffeh hewt Dewpy!"
>"Derpy, just let them cool down. You can eat them after we try to walk."
>she looks sadly at the muffins, but she agrees to train
>you watch as she tries harder than ever before to walk
>she's able to cross the entire living room in about five minutes
>that used to be how long it took her to take a few steps
>well, you've learned that muffins are an excellent motivator
>"Derpy, I think the muffins are ready to eat now."
>she looks up at you and beams
>you pick her up and sit her down on the counter again
>you get her little food dish and place the muffin inside
>you decide to take off the wrapper before she eats that, too
>she finishes the muffin in no time, and she's getting a bit tired from all of the effort she put into walking
>you take her upstairs and tuck her into bed
>note to self: purchase more muffin mix