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Fluffy Springs Saga
Chapter 16

Tuesday, September 07

The little white fluffy filly walked into the night. The busy sections of the city made way for more quiet areas, filled with lots of human houses. She and her mother Sprucie had walked these areas many times, looking for spilled over bags of trash where Sprucie would find her nummies. White never really found much appealing in the bags, but occasionally there would be a vegetable or two that wasn't too spoiled. But since she would stick to mostly the green grasses along the walks and whatever other green nummies she could find, she usually wasn't desperate enough. The salad from earlier had done her well for a while, but hunger and sleepiness soon were upon her.

She had never slept in the among the human houses where she was now. She'd always followed her mother back to the hidey hole beneath the fallen floor. She was looking for a bush to crawl under, or maybe a nice cardboard box, but nothing looked that safe or protective now that it was just her. White briefly thought back to her mother and wondered if she was back in the hidey hole by now. Maybe she was eating the rocks to get rid of the tummy owies? The white filly shook her head, trying to stay awake.

Then a familiar sight appeared as she turned the corner. A red lamp post. As far as she could remember, it was the only one she'd seen. Sprucie walked by this house many times and always stared into the yard through the closed gate. It didn't seem like a safe place from her mother's reaction to it every time. But it was along the way west, towards where the bright time sky ball went, and where the dark time sky ball was going now. That's where Fluffy Springs was. Another story that her mother came up with. But Apple was enraged at the thought, and sought to go kill the fluffies that lived there. Or was he just insane?

She got to the gate and miraculously it was wide open! She cautiously stuck her head in. All the tall grass was gone. It was all very short, but she could see in the dim light given by the ball on the front porch that there were still some long blades along the edges. Maybe... maybe she could have a few. Her mother was always scared to go into the fenced in yard but it was already so late.

She walked a step into the walk and waited.

Nothing stirred.

She took two steps more. Off in the distance, a barky monster barked. But it was far away.

The white filly, last of her litter, slowly reached her muzzle down to a large tall clump of grass.

And waited.

Then closed her mouth.

Silence.

She pulled the grasses away from their roots and held her head up, listening.

Waiting.

She chewed.

Nothing happened. She took a second mouthful. And chewed.

The barky monster barked again. And a third time she plucked and chewed. She heard a man yelling and the dog shut up.

A fourth mouthful of yummy grass came and went without so much as a metal monster moving in the distance.

She decided it was safe and slowly made her way along the edge of the grasses. There were bushes between the grass and the stone wall that surrounded the house. From her experiences, none of them were tasty to eat. But there was so much good grass to eat anyway that it wasn’t an issue. She had a full belly when she had made it back around to the gate again and poked her head out to look to see if the coast was clear.

It was.

But...

Where was she going to go now? It was very late. She was sleepy and had a fully belly of nummies. In the corner of the yard was a very low hanging bush that would make a very nice hidey hole for tonight. She crawled underneath it then made a little nest of all the old leaves that were thickly coating the ground. It wasn't cold but a warm bed was always nice. White closed her eyes and wondered why her mother would ever leave such a paradise as this? Why? As her mind pondered the mysteries of the universe, it happened.

Sleep.

When she awoke it was already very bright out! She saw that the sky ball was almost up as high as it could go! White hadn't planned to spend so much time asleep since she was sure it was a long way to Fluffy Springs. But the bed had been so nice. She stretched and yawned, made good poopies in the corner, then walked out into the yard. The grass was soft under her feet and it felt wonderful. It didn't take much time to reach the closed gate.

The closed gate!

She pounded her hoofs against it and tried to push her muzzle under it, but it wasn't a big enough gap. She pounded hard again but the gate just rattled in the lock.

"Hi little fluffy! Wanna play?"

White turned her head, feet still up on the metal grid of the gate. A little human was standing on the flat rocks that went to the house. She had long head fluff, clumped in two long braids on the side of her head. Her pink not-fluff had little white flowers on it. White knew them having nummed them once a long forever ago.

The two just stared for a while as the little human swayed back and forth on her blue not-hooves.

"Don't you want to play?" she said. "I could be your new mommy! We would have tea parties and could play dress up and..."

The front door opened and a tall man stepped out.

"Oh no! Samantha Deidre!" he yelled and started running. "Did she hurt you!?" he exclaimed reaching the small human. He grabbed her around the waist and ran back up to the front porch, placing the little girl on the top steps of the porch. "Stay here, Sammi! I mean it!" he said sternly to the little girl who nodded her head.

He made his way back towards the gate quickly. White was desperately trying to free herself when the man got to her. She'd already pooped else there would have been scaredy poopies all over the cement behind her.

"I said, did she hurt you, little one?"

White stopped pounding the gate and looked back at the human with one eye.

"Come here. Are you hurt? Please let me see!" said the man. The voice was... calming. She took her hooves down off the gate and took a faltering step towards the man. He stroked her head and down her neck. Then he stroked down her back and all four legs. He looked at his hand with relief visibly flowing into him.

"Oh thank goodness!" he said. "I didn't find any blood! She didn't hurt you! I'm so glad!"

White just looked at the man, who ran his hand through his head fluff. "I was so worried." he said. Noticing the conversation was decidedly one sided, he looked at the fluffy again. "You can talk, right?"

Realization that she was going to be okay hit her. She simply nodded.

The man sat down on the cement, laughing to himself a little. "I guess you’re just not that chatty then, huh?"

He sighed really loudly. "What are you doing here?"

FWUFFY... FWUFFY NUM GWASSIES. HAD TUMMIE OWIES. DEN HAB SWEEPIES.

The man looked. Around the edge of the yard, all the grasses were now at the same height.

"Well, I'll be. You've saved me a bit of yard work today. I was planning to trim this afternoon after we got back from the hospital."

NICE MISTAH NO AM ANGWY?

He laughed again. "Oh, no! Far from it. Thank you." Then he realized his tone from before. "I'm so sorry! I must have really scared you just then."

The laughter drained from his face, replaced with a heavy sadness. "My daughter. I was worried she had hurt you. She... has problems. She's only four so can't really know that she's doing all these bad things. I think she just has been through a lot, you see? When the doctors operate, they have to keep her conscious, you see. She sees and hears it all. I think she gets ideas from that."

He looked at the white fluffy again. "Oh, right. You probably didn't understand half of that." A little lighter emotion came to him. "Can I help you find your daddy, little one? What's your name?"

FWUFFY NO HAB DADDEH. HAB HIDEY HOWE. BUT... NOW NO HAB HIDEY HOWE. AM GO TO FWUFFY SPWINGS.

The man raised his eyebrows. "Fluffy Springs?" he exclaimed. "Where is that, and how are you planning to get there?"

White hadn't thought about the distance.

FWUFFY NO KNOW. FWUFFY WAWKIES DAT WAY. Here she pointed west. FWUFFY GO WHEWE SKY BAWW GO SWEEPIES. DAT WAY.

She looked back at the man who now had a little box in his hand. Human magic! She'd heard of that from listening to a conversation a couple other fluffies had when she and Sprucie were walking nearby. "Hmmm," he pondered. "I see a Harvey Springs on Highway 33, maybe that's where you're going?"

White just looked at him.

He looked back to his little box. "Probably. I think I heard someone talking about that place. Yeah, see here?" he held the little box to her. It was a bunch of lines and some squiggly shapes. He pointed to a little black ball. "That's Harvey Springs. They say there's a little herd up in the hills there. A neighbor was talking about it to me yesterday when we were moving in. Said the family who were here before us mentioned it."

SO... FWUFFY GO HAWVEY SPWINGS AN' DAT AM FWUFFY SPWINGS?

The guy shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."

WET FWUFFY GO PWEASE. NEED GO FWUFFY SPWINGS! And she turned back to the gate. The man was looking at his little box again.

"Well, if you're going, you'd probably be better off taking Road 88. Yeah, it goes straight there and looks pretty easy."

FWUFFY GO WOAD ATEE ATE? FWUFFY NO KNOW ATEE ATE.

The man held the box to her again. "See, this little line here?"

FWUFFY NO GO WINE. FWUFFY GO FWUFFY SPWINGS.

"Right, right. It's a map, little one. Let me put it on satellite view." He held it back to her. "See? That's where you are now."

She saw the grasses and the flat rocks they were on and a red ball outside the fence. She looked up in excitement.

WHEWE AM BOX SEE PWACES?! HAB SKY SEE PWACES!?

The man laughed again. "No, no. That's not how it works."

"At least, I don't think so" he said, looking up into the sky too. Then embarrassed by what he was doing went back to the little box. "See here, where the black road is? It turns and goes up that way." and he pointed. "But that will lead you out along the river, which takes you north west instead. You'd have to walk a long ways before it loops back to Harvey Springs."

He played with it a few more seconds. "But see here? This little brown line? That's a dirt road. It goes off straight west. West is where the sun goes down."

SO... FWUFFY GO BWOWN WOAD? WOAD ATEE ATE?

"Yes! Take 88."

ATEE ATE AM BWOWN?

"No, no! Wait. See here? That's 88."

ATEE ATE AM BAWWS?

"Er, I guess. Or! Or, it's the same shape if you put all your hooves together, and jumped in the mud."

White looked down at her hooves. There was a little wet sandy spot next to the sidewalk, and she stood in it, hooves together.

"Stay still," said the man, and he lifted her a few inches off the ground and then back onto the flat rocks. "See? That's an 88."

FWUFFY SEE FOUW HOOFSIES IN DA MUD.

The guy sighed, and looked back at the box. "Oh! Here we go!"

The box was back towards her now. It looked like they were standing on the black rock. "That's how it looks on the road, right?" He moved his finger over it, and the picture moved. "There's this big farm right there at the corner. See the big windmill?"

WAT AM WINDMIWW?

"The big metal thing, right there." he pointed.

DAT METAW MONSTAH AM WINDMIWW?

"Yes," he said. "Go on the dirt road at the big metal monster. It will save you a lot of time."

OKAY. FWUFFY GO BWOWN WOAD AT BIG METAW MONSTAH. FWUFFY GO NOW.

"Okay, good. Again, I'm glad to see you weren't hurt."

White looked at him. He looked back. They stared a bit longer.

UM, FWUFFY NO CAN OPEN METUH DOOW.

"Oh, right, right!" he said and stood up. He opened the gate letting the white biotoy waddle out. She headed west, then stopped and turned around.

FANK YOU, NICE MISTAH. FWUFFY GO SEE METAW MONSTAH ATEE ATE AN' GO FWUFFY SPWINGS.

The man closed the gate and leaned on the stone wall. "Good luck, little one!"

He watched her waddle away down the street. Turning, he saw his daughter wasn't at the porch.

Since he'd blocked the only gate his daughter could possibly open, he wasn't that worried. "Sammi!" he called out, as he started walking the yard. "Where are you?!"

"Back here, Daddy! It’s pie time!" her voice called from the back of the house.

He walked back around the house. His daughter was sitting near the water faucet. A little pile of dirt had been mixed with water, and her dress was a little muddy. They'd have to change that before heading out to their appointment. He could see the shallow tart pan she'd been playing with to make the "crusts" of the pie. One pie was done, and another crust was waiting. The soil was very clay-like here, and she'd made a few little mud animals. He was a little taken aback at how real they looked. He didn't know she was that talented.

He sat on the back steps that led into the house.

"I'm making pies, Daddy! Do you want one?"

"Sure, sweetheart."

The little girl looked down. "Oh no, Daddy! I only finished one. We're gonna have to share."

He smiled. "I'm okay with sharing."

The mud pie was remarkably well done, with both a bottom and a top crust, and she even did the little crumpled bits around the edge and some vent holes. She'd helped her mother and grandmother make pies last month for a town function, so had lots of practice.

She took a stick that she'd found and cut the little mud pie in half. "Here you go, Daddy" handing him half the pie.

"Eat your pie quickly, Daddy! Or it'll get cold!" she chastised, shaking a little muddy finger at him. Then her eyes grew wide. "Oh no! Where did the cherry go!? It fell off!" and she started looking around in the grass.

"Okay, I'll eat," he chortled. He looked down at the pie half in his hands. A little head with one eye looked back at him, mouth agape. That's when he saw the rest. Little legs stuck out in strange directions. At least three, maybe four different fluff colors, too. They were coated in mud. He looked again at the "life-like" statues next to the mud puddle.

"There it is!" his little girl suddenly said. She picked up something out of the grass. "You get to have the cherry since I love you so much, Daddy!"

Her little hand reached over to his "pie" and smashed a little eyeball into the top crust. It looked up at him. "There you go! All done!"

A tear dripped down his chin.

"Oh, Sammi"

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PencilWingie: You may recognize lil' Sammi from the "00" side story I put up for Christmas. Same person, but this chapter happened first. Just as an FYI.

Oh, and confession time: I was at a school event this evening and realized that if I started posting a single chapter a day, with a few bonus postings, I could time it just right that the last chapter would end on April 1st. That would have allowed me to post up an empty text saying that I lied and didn't have an ending as an Aprils Fool joke. Imagine it. Thirty-six chapters just to end it with a massive troll. It would have been awesome! The mob with tar and feathers afterwards not so much. But I wanted you to know.
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Anonymous1: I thought this girl sounded familiar. Just read the Christmas adoption story yesterday. Moar, moar!
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Fluffy_Angst: That would have been cruel and funny at the same time. Please don’t ever stop writing. I love your work
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CwinicawDepwession: Good shit, I can admit my anus puckered a bit when the dad said Samantha. I'm 100% rooting for White.

That's would've been horribly cruel but I wouldn't have been able to blame you for doing it.

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PeanutButterJellenheimer: Go White! She's such a good fluff...