While you’re all waiting for me to finish “Da Gweat God Badpoopie”, Part 3, here’s the second fluffy story I ever wrote.  Thought I’d lost it until I found a copy stuck in another document.  It’s slightly polished from its original appearance.
 
>Intwanets
 
>On your way to work.
>Realize you forgot your wallet!
>No sweat, plenty of time to go back and get it.
>Return home.
>Find fluffy pony in your computer chair.
>Apparently, you also didn’t secure the saferoom door.
>She’s giggling and mashing the keys with her little hooves.
>”Fwuffy go on intwanets!  Jus’ wike daddy!”  She squeals.
>You check… she’s opened tons of windows.
>Computer chugging to keep up.
>She doesn’t seem to have deleted any important files.  Whew.
>Your wallet is open, ID, business cards and credit cards scattered all over the floor.
>”Wook!  Fwuffy foun’ cawd wif daddy pictuw on it!”
>She paws at your driver’s license.
>It’s OK, though the corner is bent and it’s covered with pony spit.
>At least she didn’t make poopies in your chair.
>You gather your stuff, put her in the safe room, and make sure the door is closed this time.
>Go to work.
>One week later.
>Saturday morning, wake up to a knock at the door.  
>Open door.
>Fleet of UPS trucks, bumper-to-bumper, lined up down the block and around the corner.
>Fluffy pony accidentally used your credit card and ordered 98,000 tons of spaghetti from spaghetti.com.
>Go bankrupt.
>Stupid fluffy pony has ruined your credit rating forever!
>At least fluffy pony has plenty to eat.