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01/25/12(Wed)23:17 No.33639953>you're trying to get breakfast and hurry out of the house >fluffy pony is sitting in her high chair, waiting for food. You give an exasperated sigh, and slice some apples and throw them in a bowl of oatmeal. You put the bowl on the highchair's table, and head out. No need to take her down, she can amuse herself for hours >behind you you hear "but the skin's still on." You take a deep breath, walk over to fluffy pony, and tell her to eat it anyway >"but the skin is so icky." You tell her it's perfectly fine and you dont have time to cut the skin off and she wont know the difference >"NO" she whacks the bowl off the table. You dive to catch it, preventing catastrophic oatmeal spillage >your patience is up and you're going to be late. You put the bowl back on the table and yell "EAT." You grab her around the neck, pinching in so her mouth opens in pain. You shove her face into the bowl. "EAT IT." You press harder, almost crushing her nose >she's crying. You let go. Her head comes up, all the fluff around her face smeared with oatmeal. Tears streaking down it >you grab a metal spoon. You give her a swift whack on her forehead and tell her to eat it all, or else. It clearly hurt her. You feel vindicated >you come home later. The high chair is on it's side. Fluffy pony is still strapped in it. The bowl is further away, empty >fluffy pony is wailing as loud as she can, rubbing her hooves over her face to try remove the oatmeal, now hard and caked on to the fluff. Her eyes are red. Her nose and face are clearly swollen. There's a noticeable lump on her head >her cries double when she sees you. She's trying to stammer out words in broken, almost baby-english >she's sorry, she doesnt want to be a bad pony and she doesnt want you to be mad >she starts hitting herself in the face to show how sorry she is >you remove her from the high chair. You tell her how sorry you are. She accepts your apology. |