>The fluffy ponies are playing happily in their yard.
>It is a large group of about 20 fluffies each giggling and giving each other huggies.
>They run about chasing each other and the random butterfly.
>They are in a spacious back yard surrounded by a plain picket fence.
>It has a gate to the every back and ends at a typical suburban house.
>The back door to the house opens up and a man walks out.
>All the fluffies cheer at once, “Daddeh!”
>The truddle over and start to hug his legs as he looks down on the fondly.
>”And how have my little fluffies been today? Have you missed your daddy?”
>They babble excitedly, “Fwuffy wub daddeh!”, “Fwuffy wan huggies!”, “Daddeh! Daddeh! Pick fwuffy! Daddeh!”
>He laughs heartly, “I knew you guys missed me! I hate leaving you guys but daddy has to work.”
>”Hey! Who here wants to play a game?”
>The fluffies all get quiet and huge smiles cross their faces.
>They all jump at once babbling excitedly and running around the man’s legs.
>”Wub nyu game!”, “Yay! Fwuffy pway!”, “Tee hee hee!”
>The man bends down and pets a few lucky fluffy ponies on their heads then goes back inside.
>He comes back out carrying several boxes.
>He quickly gets to work emptying the boxes of various rails and boards.
>The fluffies form a circle around him watching as he reads directions and puts beams and screws in place.
>Helpful fluffies bring him stray pieces he points at getting a brisk head rub as a reward.
>After a while the project is finally finished.
>The man has built a track in the yard.
>It is raised off the ground about three feet.
>The surface is smooth fitted wooden planks with no rails on the side a few feet wide.
>The track has two long runs that have curves connecting the ends.
>The man stands up and looks over his work, “Well, this turned out better than I expected!”
>He looks down at the fluffies, “Ok! Who wants to be the first fluffy on it!?”
>The fluffies clamber around his feet excitedly asking to be the first fluffy picked.
>The man starts picking up the wiggling giggling balls of fluff and places them on the track.
>”Ok now, stand still until everyone is one.”
>Soon he has all the fluffies standing on the track.
>He then starts to walk around the track looking at the fluffies standing on it.
>After he is satisfied that everything is correct he looks at the fluffies, “Ok, who wants to play a game for daddy?”
>The fluffies babble excitedly asking what game they get to play.
>”I want you all to walk around this track.”
>”Otay daddeh!”, “Fwuffy am walkies fo daddeh!”, “Tee hee hee! Fwuffy wub game!”
>The fluffies begin a disorganized truddle around the track.
>They walk around giggling and laughing.
>The man watches taking in how the fluffies manage to walk around the little raised trail.
>After a few minutes he looks at the fluffies, “Is everyone having fun!?”
>”Fwuffy haf funsies daddeh!”, “Fwuffy am happy!”
>All the fluffies babble happily about how fun it is to walk around.
>”Well then, how about we have more fun!”
>He looks down at the fluffies.
>”Go faster.”
>The fluffies start to truddle faster.
>They are laughing and giggling as they jump and truddle along the course.
>They easily go around in a lazy mob as they make their way around the track.
>”Daddy loves his fluffies, and I know my fluffies love me. Don’t you guys?”
>The fluffies start yelling about how much they love their daddy as the happily go around the track again.
>The man looks on, “If you really loved your daddy though… you would go even faster!”
>The fluffy ponies start to trot.
>”Wub daddeh!”, “Fwuffy wub daddeh de mostest!”, “Tee hee hee! Fuffy go mo fas fo daddeh!”
>They start to trot quickly around the track.
>They start to bump into each other.
>They quickly apologize and continue to trot.
>After a few moments their giggles stop and they start to huff.
>One fluffy stops in front of the man, “Daddeh… fwuffy am tiwed daddeh…”
>The man looks down at the fluffy, “Oh! I’m sorry, I thought you loved me!”
>”Nuu! Fwuffy wub daddeh!”
>”Then why aren’t you moving!? I said fluffies that love their daddy move fast!”
>The fluffy quickly turns and trots again, “Sowwy daddeh! Fwuffy wub daddeh de mostest! Go gud fo daddeh!”
>The fluffies keep trotting and bumping into each other.
>”Pwease nuu boop fwuffy! Nee mof fo daddeh!”
>After a minute one of the fluffies legs pulls up cramping, “Owwies! Pwease nuu be meanie weggie… ne mof fo daddeh!”
>The man looks on, “Oh, it looks none of you really love me!”
>”All of you are ungrateful and don’t care!”
>The fluffies whine and plead that still love their daddy as they huff along the track.
>He pulls his belt off and looks at the huffing fluffies, “If you love me you will run!”
>”Run as fast as you can!”
>”NOW!”
>The fluffies start to run as fast as they can.
>The fluffy with the cramped leg stumbles and falls off the side of the track.
>He yells as he falls to the ground landing hard on his face.
>There is a snap as his face hits the ground and blood starts to pour from his mouth.
>”Ahhhhhhh! Fwuffy haf owwies! Nee huggies pwease! Wahhhhhhh!”
>Some fluffies look over at the hurt fluffy only to hear the snap of the belt striking the track behind them, “RUN!”
>”Otay dadeh! Fwuffy go fas! Fwuffy am fas fwuffy!”
>A few fluffies are openly crying as they try to keep up their fast pace.
>One fluffy starts to wheeze and stumble.
>Pink froth starts to form on his lips as he tries to keep moving forward.
>”Fwuff…*huff*… fwuffy… no am…*whezze*… pwease da…”
>He crumples and falls on the track.
>A fluffy behind him trips over the body and falls off the side.
>”Nuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
>It lands on the ground rolling and crying.
>The fluffy hops up sniffling and truddles up to the man with a noticeable limp.
>”Fwuffy nee huggies daddeh… have hewties…”
>The man looks down sneering, “I thought I said fluffies that really love me would run!”
>”Only fluffies that LOVE their daddy get hugs!”
>He snaps the belt over the fluffies back.
>He falls to the ground crying at the daddy sorries, “Wahhhh! Am sowwy daddeh! Fwuffy wub daddeh mo den anyting! Wahhhhhh!”
>The fluffy pops up and starts to truddle around the track trying to keep off his hurt leg.
>”Huuuuu… hu huuuuu… wub dad… huuu deh…”
>Tears stream down his face as he makes laps around the track.
>The man looks up and sees a fluffy hugging the fluffy laying in the middle of the track.
>”Pwease fwen! Daddeh wan gud fwuffy go fas fo daddeh,,, gif gud huggies make fwen betteh…”
>The man looks at the fluffy, “Don’t you love your daddy! RUN!”
>He slaps the belt across the back of the hugging fluffy.
>”OWIEEEESSS!”
>The fluffy abandons his friend and starts to run again.
>”Sowwy..*huff*.. wub daddeh….*huff* huuuuuuu….”
>No more giggles are heard.
>All the fluffies are whining, moaning, wheezing and crying.
>The technicolored mass writhes around the track as the man follows behind swatting the mob with his belt creaming at them to go faster.
>”RUN!”
*SNAP*
>”RUN!”
>”Huuuuuu…. WAHHHHHHH!”
*SNAP*
>Another fluffy stumbles and falls over knocking off two other fluffies with it.
>They slam onto the ground.
>The fluffy that hit first has its head twisted unnaturally as it lays still.
>Another fluffy cries pitifully as it rolls around with one of his front leg knees dislocated.
>The other fluffy gets up wheezing and stumbles back to the track, “Fwuffy… *wheeezzeee*.. ne go… *huff*huff*… daddeh…*wheeze*..”
>The man keeps following the fluffies slapping his belt mercilessly across their butts and backs.
>Finally the man looks at the fluffies and yells one more time, “STOP!”
>The fluffies slow to a truddle and stop.
>”Huuuuu huuuuu…”, “Weggies hewt… nee huggies…”, “Wahhhhhh! Pwease nuu mo sowwies! Wahhhhhh!”
>The man walks in front of the mob and smiles at them, “You have all proved that you really love your daddy.”
>”You have made me so happy.”
>He then walks to the fluffy who fell on the track and pushes him off.
>He bends down and picks up the fluffy still tuddling his best around the track and picks him up.
>He hold him up in front of his face looking the fluffy in its eye.
>The fluffy manages a smile between his gasp for air.
>”Fwuffy wub daddeh…”, he says meekly.
>The man smiles back then says, “No you don’t!”
>He looks at all the fluffies on the ground, “None of you love me! If you did you would have stayed on the track!”
>The fluffy in his arms face falls into despair as he wails, “Nuuuuuuuuuu! Fwuffy wub daddeh! Pwease wisten fwuffy! Wahhhhh!”
>He stomps to the back fence carrying the fluffy in one hand.
>He opens the fence and looks at a trash can next to it.
>He opens the lid and flings the fluffy into the trash can.
>The fluffy starts to screech in terror, “PWEASE DADDEH! GIF YOO BESTEST HUGGIES! PWEEEAAASSSSSEEE!”
>The man ignores the fluffy and slams the lid on the can.
>He walks back and grabs the dead fluffies carrying them to the trash can.
>He drops them ontop of the groveling fluffy.
>He then walks back and grabs the injured fluffies who cry pitifully resigned to their fates.
>The fluffy with the injured leg cries, ”Fwuffy sowwy daddeh… fwuffy wub daddeh… huu huuh uuuuuuu….”
>The other fluffy huffs spraying blood out of its mouth with each breath.
>He throws them into the can as well.
>He walks back to the fluffy standing at the bottom of the track and picks him up as well.
>”You too! You didn’t love me enough….”
>He looks at it for a moment.
>”Wow, thing died standing there trying to get back on the track… Hilarious!”
>He walks back to his trash can whistling and tosses the last fluffy in.
>”Pwease daddeh… fwuffy gif yoo huggie-“
*SLAM*
>After the lid is back on he closes the gate and walks back to the track.
>He takes the remaining fluffies off, “I am glad I have such good fluffies that love their daddy.”
>They smile at him weakly and start to giggle again.
>One fluffy slowly truddles in front of him, “Can gud fwuffies ge’ daddeh huggies?”
>The man laughs, “Maybe tomorrow.”
>He turns and walks back into the house and closes the door.
>All the fluffies stand at the door and in unison say, “Wub yoo daddeh!”
>They all go back to giggling and playing ignoring the cries from the other side of the gate.