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Fluffy Springs Saga
Chapter 18

Saturday, September 11

The little white filly on her way west to Fluffy Springs had run into a problem.

Literally.

A fence now blocked her way west. The valley between where she was walking and the long black rock the nice mister had called thurteefwee held a small body of water now. Rains from the day before had hit this area in a flash flood. She couldn't walk through the fence as it was too small and tight between the staves, and the water was up to the fence. Her only choices were to walk away from the black rock and hopefully find a way around or walk back east until she could walk on the black rock side of the water. She felt time was critical and it would be too close to the metal monsters, so decided not to lose ground. She turned to her left and followed the fence.

It was a very long fence and she was keeping close to it in case there were some small opening that she could squeeze through and make a shortcut back to the black rock. But her desires found nothing as she reached the corner. At least she was able to start travelling towards where the sky ball went during dark times again. That way lay Fluffy Springs and a happy future.

She was about halfway down the fence line when she heard a man yelling! Through the fence she could see a gray-fluff man with a shovel and several barky monsters! She was still terrified at night that some barky monster was going to get her but she had not seen another dog in several forevers.

"Git 'em, Rex! Tally! There's one over there! Kill it!"

DUMMEH MISTAH! DIS AM SMAWTY WAND! GO 'WAY!

She saw the man swing the shovel and a bright blue fluffy head arced up and then back down landing with a thud. She didn't see where it landed since there were some thick weeds at the base of the fence.

NO! NO KIWW SPESHUH FWIEND! AM SOON MUMM...

A sound like lettuce being cut echoed across the farm buildings. The man yanked the shovel up out of the dirt with two hands. White was terrified! She started crawling slowly along the fence. Maybe should could make it to the other side and be back on her way before being noticed.

Then she heard the sound of the dogs finding the feral herd's individuals and the sounds of fluffies being pulled apart screaming. She cried a little for these fluffies even though she had never met one of them.

"Damn fluffies. Get into everything." she heard the old farmer mutter. Then a barky monster was on the other side of the fence from her! And it was barking at her! She started running as fast as she could.

Suddenly, her mane started to hurt and she was lifted into the air. The grey haired farmer had her at eye level. "Good job, Peanut! Ya found another one of those pesky critters eating my garden."

White shook her head as fast as she could. NO NUM GAWDEN. AM GUD FWUFFY! WHY GIB BAD UPSIES!? AM GUD FWUFFY!

He set her down in the garden and raised up his shovel. She stood there.

"Well, ain't ya gonna run? Ain't sportin' if you don't run."

She shook her head again. AM GUD FWUFFY! NO NUM GAWDEN. FWUFFY GO DAT WAY, she said pointing west, AM GO FWUFFY SPWINGS WIF AWW GUD FWUFFIES DEWE.

He looked at her, shovel making little wind-up circles. "I don't believe you. You and your friends have been eating my garden."

FWUFFY GUD! NO NUM GAWDEN! NO AM GO GAWDEN 'CAUSE GAWDEN ON OTHUH SIDE OF FENCE. FWUFFY NO GET THWU.

At this the shovel lowered a little bit. "Oh, you came through all right. I just have to find that hole." He picked her up gruffly by the mane, threw the shovel over his shoulder, and started walking along the fence line. From this height, she could see the remains of a herd. Several long barky monsters with short legs were still attacking the corpses. "Rex! Tally! Peanut! Leave ‘em be. Come on." The little dogs fell in behind the farmer.

But try as he might he found no hole. They were standing at the driveway entrance to the farm and in both directions he saw water in the roadside ditch as far as he could see. It had been quite the storm. The only way to get onto the back side of the fence was to have started there. The water was up so high it blocked off any fluffy passage onto his land.

SEE? FWUFFY NO CAN GET IN! FWUFFY GO WHEWE SKY BAWW GO SWEEPIES. GO FWUFFY SPWINGS. PWEASE WET GO!

"Hmmm." is all the man said, and walked to the front porch of his house. It had a wooden railing all the way around the house and he put the little fluffy up on the railing and the shovel on the other side. The three dachshunds sat watching their prey. The old man pulled a rocker out from next to the wall close to the fluffy. He filled up a pipe he drew from his pocket filling it with some tobacco. A flick of the lighter, which was more human magic, and puffs of smoke started to float about.

PWEASE MISTAH. FWUFFY NEED GO DAT WAY. NEED GO FWUFFY SPWINGS.

He sat and rocked, just looking at her, enjoying his pipe. One of the dogs got bored and lay down nearby. Several forevers passed. Then the man dumped out the ashes and cleaned the pipe before putting it away.

"Did you eat anything in my garden?" he finally queried.

NO! FWUFFY NO NUMMIE ANYFING FWOM DAWK TIME. FWUFFY HAB TUMMIE OWIES.

"Hmm..." he said again, drifting off into thought, rocking quietly. Another dog got bored and walked down into the front yard, rolled onto its back, and went to sleep. The third one sat watching the fluffy. The man stood up and grabbed up the fluffy, but not by the mane. She couldn't escape if she'd tried but being up so high would be a death sentence should she fall anyway. Funnily enough, she wasn't scared of falling so well supported she was.

The farmer walked around to the back of the house. White saw a row of small cages and each one held a big eared monster! She remembered the hoppy monster from before but these were different. They were black and white while the one she had seen was almost all grey. The man walked to the middle, lifted the lid, and gently dropped her into an empty hutch.

WET FWUFFY GO! AM GUD FWUFFY!

"In time," he said, "in time. But first, you said you didn't eat any of my garden. You said you were a good fluffy. Well, let's see just how truthful you are. Are you going to eat anything from my garden?"

She shook her head again. NO! AM GUD FWUFFY! NO NUM GAWDEN!

"Alright then." He closed the lid. She could see through wire mesh that he had walked back towards the garden, picking up fluffy pieces in an old laundry basket much to the dismay of the three animals closely at his heels. He dumped the fluffy bits into a big brown pile next to the garden then mixed them in with the dark soil. He walked a little bit in among the plants and then came back to her cage. Up went the lid and in front of her dropped three nummies she barely recognized.

"Do you know what these are?" he asked.

NUMMIES.

A little laugh. "Yes, I suppose they are. This red one is a tomato. This green one is a bell pepper. And this orange one is a carrot. Those damn fluffies got into all three, you see, and pulled them. These have been taken from where they can grow a bit more. So. These are garden nummies, I guess you could say."

She nodded.

"And if you're a good fluffy, you don't eat my garden nummies, right?"

She shook her head. AM GUD FWUFFY. NO NUM GAWDEN NUMMIES.

"Well then, I guess I'll see you in the morning, won't I? When I check, if you didn't eat any of the three, then I'll let you go. But I find that you've taken a bite out of any of them, well... you'll join your friends over in the compost."

WHY MISTAH? WHY GIB NUMMIES DEN SAY NO NUM NUMMIES?

He ran his fingers through his grey hair. "It's a test of character, you see. If you can do this, then I can believe you and are a good fluffy. But if you can't, then you're just a damn feral fluffy and are barely worth tilling into the soil. That's why."

DEN... CAN FWUFFY NUM HOPPY MONSTAH NUMMIES? She'd seen the little bowls of food the rabbit had.

"Nope. That's too easy. But, can't have you dying of thirst." and he placed a little plate in the hutch beside her. There was just enough water for her to drink and slate the thirst but not enough to fill her up and stave off the tummy owies. The lid came back down. She watched him twist some wire through some loops in the top. "Can't have you escapin' neither."

He took a couple steps away, then turned back to her. "Have a good night, little fluffy. If you fail, I think I might just let Peanut have a new chew toy."

She watched him go to the back door and go into the house. Her tummy growled at her. The tomato and pepper smelled divine. Something deep inside of her said that these were good nummies and a little bite wouldn't hurt.

NO! BAD TUMMY! NO GIB BAD THINKS IN THINK PWACE.

She curled up in the middle of her prison and watched the sun set.

She must have dozed off because it was very dark out when she looked around. The tomato and pepper were still there where she'd left them. But the carrot! Where was the carrot!? She heard a munching sound and looked at the bunny in the next cage to hers. It had reached through and was eating the green not-fluff of the carrot!

NO! BAD HOPPY MONSTAH! and she yanked the carrot from it. It chewed on the piece of greens that it had liberated when she felt a tug behind her.

The other hoppy monster had grabbed the green not-fluff too!

NO! she cried, and held the carrot close to her body. The rabbit's teeth chewed at the wires of the cage trying to get to the delicious carrot. Tears started forming on white's face. What was she to do!? The green and red nummies were safe by being too far from the hoppy monsters but the orange one was so long! How was she going to keep it safe? She stayed awake for a long time looking left and right, keeping the greens away from both rabbits, both trying hard to get to it. And she was so sleepy! She kept dozing off. What was she to do?!

Sunday, September 12

The sun wasn't above the horizon when the farmer stepped out from the back door. The three dogs followed running about doing their morning routine. He stretched his back and looked back at the lights of Tennat City that were slowly disappearing in the growing light.

"Well, boys, let's see how she done" he said, putting his steaming cup of coffee on the railing and walking down the steps to the rabbit hutch. There in the middle cage was the white fluffy. She was all curled up, head between her front hooves, and as far away from either rabbit neighbor as she could get in the small partition. In front of her was the tomato and pepper from the day before. But the carrot was gone. He heard her sob a little.

"Typical feral fluffy," he scoffed, undoing the wire tied around the latch. He reached in and she looked up just in time to see him grab her harshly behind the head by the mane. He lifted her up and looked at her, darkness growing behind his eyes.

"You lied to me, fluffy. You ate the carrot." Tears dripped from her eyes.

Then she held out the carrot from where it had been safely kept underneath her. The greens had snapped over from being bent back, to keep the carrot safe.

FWUFFY SOWWY! HOPPY MONSTAHS NUM DA NUMMIE! FWUFFY TWY AN' KEEP GWEEN CAWWOT SAFE, BUT FWUFFY GIB CAWWOT FOWEBAH SWEEPIES! AM BAD FWUFFY! HUU HUU HUU!

"You can let go of the carrot now."

She dropped the carrot, her legs dangling freely, and really opened up the waterworks. She closed her eyes so she didn't have to see the barky monster Peanut give her forever sleepies.

Then suddenly, she was being squeezed very gently. She opened her eyes, and she was getting huggies!

"Oh, you dumb little animal. The green part doesn't really matter. That's not the good part. You passed."

NO GIB FOWEBAH SWEEPIES? PEANUT NO GET FWUFFY FOW CHEW TOY?

"No, no. I won't let Peanut get you. I think you told the truth yesterday."

She closed her eyes and cried hard. She felt herself moving but didn't care to look. She was alive. She wasn't going to be pulled apart. She could still go to Fluffy Springs! She... felt all four legs touch the ground.

Opening her eyes, she looked about. She was back on the front porch on a short table next to the chair, the three vegetables next to her and the old man was in the rocker again.

"You know, I've been thinking about it. I could use a good fluffy like you. Kinda lonely out here. I could be your new daddy. Let you live here, and have all the garden nummies you'd like. Oh, by the way, you can eat those three now."

BUT FWUFFY NO NUM GAWDEN NUMMIES.

"Oh, that was just for the test. You can eat these three. A reward for being a good fluffy. Besides, they've been slobbered on by ferals and spent the night on the floor of a rabbit cage. You're welcome to them."

FANK YOU, NICE MISTAH! and she started to eat the precious carrot first, green leafy fronds first.

"Daddy. You can call me daddy." he said, smiling, shaking his head at the filly's manner of eating.

White stopped chewing and swallowed. It was wonderful. She could stay here and have lots of nummies and have a nice daddy. She should! She really should!

FANK YOU, BUT FWUFFY WAN GO FWUFFY SPWINGS. NEED TO GO. PWEASE WET DOWN? WET FWUFFY GO, NICE MISTAH?

"Oh, well, that's too bad. Sure, I'll let you go, but first, you need to eat your breakfast. Finish up eating the veggies then I'll take you down to the corner and let you go. Need to check that the storm didn't damage anything."

She dove into the rest of the food and enjoyed her first meal in forever that wasn't made of grass, bushes, or trash.

Later, after finishing up the bounty, she sat contentedly on her haunches. The old man was looking where the sun would come up while the last of the lights from Tennat City disappeared into the morning mist.

NICE MISTAH, NUMMIES AWW NUMMED. FWUFFY WAN DOWN PWEASE.

He stood up and picked white up, cradling her in his arms, and walked towards his shadow streaming a long ways down the property. He got to the end of the fence and stepped over it. A little ways further and there was a big gate that he opened and walked through.

"Now, let me see about this old mill" he said, and white looked up.

NICE MISTAH! DAT AM METAW MONSTAH!

He laughed, "It's not a monster. It won't hurt you."

NO! FWUFFY NO AM SCAWED. BUT OTHAH NICE MISTAH SAY WOOK FOW METAW MONSTAH. DAT WHEWE ATEE ATE AM! ATEE ATE AM GO SHOWT WAY FOW FWUFFY SPWINGS!

The man looked down the dirt road that ran west. "Yeah, that guy is right. Course, it just connects back to 33 at the end of the road. Don't you want to follow the paved road? Jerks are always throwing their trash out, and I figure you're eating that."

NO WIKE TWASH NUMMIES! NO TASTE GUD. WIKE GWEEN NUMMIES!

"Huh," he said, putting her down. "Well, I reckon you'll do well down 88 then. Just go that way, little fluffy, and I hope you make it. Watch out for hawks. They like to perch up on the poles and get little critters like you."

FANK YOU! FANK YOU, NICE MISTAH! she said, waddling as fast as she could, with a new found enthusiasm for her trip. She had reached the metal monster and atee ate! She was getting closer to the end.

He watched her go then casually went back to checking on the old windmill. The tank was full up from the nightly rain storms they'd been having and he had to push down the float that kept the tank from overflowing. The windmill started up just fine in the light breeze making small creaks and moans as it turned. He let the float rise back up to the surface stopping the mill from pumping once again.

DAT FWUFFY AM BWAVE.

The farmer nodded. "Yup." He would have looked around but knew from experience he wouldn't see the owner of the voice. "I figure she is. Smart too. So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to this time? Leaf? Pinecone? Or Twig?"

FWUFFY AM TWIG, NICE MISTAH. WEAF AM GOING BACK FWUFFY SPWINGS NOW. FWUFFIES NEED KNOW WHAT WEADER WANT TO DO.

"Y’all going to help her?" he asked, looking down into the water tank set up for the cows. And other things lurking about.

NO. WHITE FWUFFY MUST HEWP WHITE FWUFFY. NO CAN HEWP.

"Well, I think you all are wrong to not help her. She's quite the little filly."

He heard a small rustle from one side, a sign that the fluffy was gone. They never made a sound when they approached, only when leaving. He figured it was a semi-polite way of saying goodbye, without giving away exactly where they were, or which way they were headed. He wondered how many times they'd come and gone from his vicinity, without him even knowing.

He finally spotted what he was checking for and grabbed a pole from the side of the windmill. He fished out two fluffies, one pink and one yellow. "Probably a couple of runners we didn't catch yesterday," he said to nobody in particular, putting the pole back in its place next to a little set of fluffy sized stairs. "Too stupid to figure out how to get a sip without drowning." He'd put these two ferals into the compost too when he got back to the gardening.

He looked down the dirt road one more time. "Sneaky little buggers."

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Anonymous1: Okay, you finally hooked me. I have to see where this is going now.
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Anonymous2: Never Forgetti pasta la spaghetti
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FosterFluffy: So Fluffy Springs even has formal scouts that watch for resourceful and well manared fluffies deserving to join them.
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PencilWingie: @FosterFluffy: Eh, no. They do not recruit. Expel and repel, yes. White's coming is something new for them, which is why they've sent Leaf back to report and get instructions.

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PeanutButterJellenheimer: I love how polite white is! That's one of the most important traits in a feral fluff, if they don't want to be killed by annoyed humans.