>Be retarded
>Mommy takes you to the petting zoo
>You like the petting zoo
>Especially the fluffy pony corral
>You like the soft fluff and the bright colors
>You go there last, because you like to save the best for last
>Enter the fluffy pony corral
>All the fluffies are happy to see you
>"New fwein!" "Fwuffy wan' get huggies fuws!"
>You instantly fall down and let the fluffies wash over you
>People are staring, but you don't care; you're retarded
>You really like the fluffies
>One of them might have pissed on your shirt
>You get up and look down, throwing some fluffy ponies to the floor roughly as you do so
>Yes, there's piss on your shirt
>You don't care, it feels warm
>Some fluffies-the fluffies who have been here long enough to witness your visits before-stay to the back of the corral
>New fluffies egg them on, "Why fwuffy scawed? New fwein'! Com get huggies!"
>They shake their heads
>"Nooo! Bad munsta bad munsta! Stay away! Huwt fwuffies!"
>The newer fluffies shun the older, sage-liike fluffies' advice and go to try to hug you
>Of course, you don't notice any of this
>You look down at the ponies you threw on the ground
 
>They're all obviously hurt, some of them might have bruises beneath their fluff
>You don't get this concept of their injury- you bend down to see why they're crying and not playing
>"Owwie! Munsta gif fwuffy big boo-boo!"
>Other fluffies rush to their aid
>You barely notice your mommy leave you there to go to the mini-bar for happy hour
>The able-bodied fluffies hug all of the hurt fluffies
>"Pwease don' cwy! Fwuffy gif huggies make feew bettow!"
>Give huggies = heal injuries
>Makes sense!
>You grab the nearest injured fluffy from the tender grasp of the others
>One won't let go, so you shake it to the ground; just creating one more injured fluffy
"Sorry Fuffy! I gunna hug you betts!"
>"Nooo! Meenie put fwuffy down!"
>Its cries for help are soon stifled by your titanic grasp
>You press it towards your chest with every iota of strength you have in you
>It starts making gurgling noises, but you ignore them
>Eventually, the gurgling stops and you look at the fluffy
>Blood is pouring from its mouth and nose like a geyser
>Its eyes have gone up to the back of its skull
>This fluffy is scary, you don't like it
 
"Dummy pony! None hug!"
>You wail and shake the fluffy
>Splashes of its blood spray onto its peers and soon the fluffies run away from the "Scawy munsta"
>Leaving behind their broken friends
>In stomping a foot down, you crush the skulls of one of the disabled fluffies
>You stamp around the corral, shaking the murder-victim fluffy around like a maniac
>Fluffies have groaned and lurched their way over to the one you curb-stomped to hug it and make its "booboos go 'way", fighting through their broken-leggie pain
>"Whew fwien' hed go?"
>"Why weggies huwt? Why dis munsta happen?"
>The rest of the fluffies have piled up in the corner of the enclosure; some have been suffocated, no doubt
>By now, mothers have taken their children out of the corral to protect them from you
>You get fed up and throw the still-bleeding fluffy into the crowd you've drawn
>It hits an ugly-looking lady right in the boobie, splashing blood all the way up to her face
>She starts making a really loud ugly noise
>You start to cry, and look for the fluffy ponies for comfort
>Most of them have gathered up in the corner, as you saw before
>Right now they look like a real big bed of huggies!
 
>You run right for them, and a lot of them cry before you even get there
>"Big munsta com fow fwuffy!" "Pwease dun' gif owies to fwuffies!"
>You force all your momentum into them as you fall toward them
>Immediately you cause a wave of crunches as the bones underneath you break and grind against each other
>You rolling around and elbowing fluffies in the eye probably kill most of the pile
>You pick up a fat little fluffy
"Ha ha fatty fatty!"
>"Fwuffy scawed of munsta! tummy feew bad!"
>She starts to vibrate in your hands
>You like this feeling
>You hug her close to you
>With her last breath, she utters,
>"Pwease dun' huwt fwuffy's babehs!"
>She explodes in your arms, into a ball of fur and a few little sticky fleshy lumps
>You don't like that at all
>Immediately you start wailing about and crushing the fluffy foals in your hands
>You're throwing them around into the fence and stuff
>At this point you just fall over and start wiggling until they send the wranglers in
 
>They wrestle you into submission
>Here's the worst part
>They stick the sorry needle into your neck, and you go to sleep
>
>Later, when you wake up, mommy gets real mad
>She drank too much apple juice
>She starts talking about how you killed over half of the fluffy ponies and how she owes the petting zoo over 5 dollars
>But the worst part is when she hits you a few times and tells you you can never go back to the petting zoo
>She hits you again and locks you in your room
>You sit on your bed and cry until Blues Clues comes on
>You like Blues Clues