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02/02/12(Thu)01:58 No.33877550>It had been a long day
>You had to stay late at work. Fucking Carl can't do anything right.
>You enter your home in a bit of a huff
>You go to crash on the couch, watch some TV, and forget about the day
>Half the couch pillows are gone
>Your fluffy pony is standing next to them, hacking up pillow stuffing and feathers
>She vomits bile and fabric out onto the remaining pillows
>You lose it
>You scream at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing. What sort of dumb animal would try to eat a couch
>Tears form at the corners of her eyes
>She tries to explain
>Stammering
>She cant speak all that well, especially while stressed and scared
>She was really hungry, and she forgot where her food bowl was and she thought she was going to die
>You point to the food bowl across the room, in the same place it always is
>You grab her by a tuft of her fluff and shove her into the bowl
>"It's right there you retarded fuck!"
>You put her outside for the night, leashing her to a metal pole
>You go back inside to throw out the vomit-covered pillows and the stuffing and feathers strewn everywhere
>That night, as you're falling asleep, you hear her outside, crying
>You put on some music and ignore it
>The next morning you let her back inside and leave wordlessly
>Another bland day
>Drive home
>Walk to the kitchen
>There's a slightly torn paper plate on the counter
>A piece of burnt toast and a severely undercooked egg on top of it
>A bowl of orange juice next to it, with a straw in it
>The whole ensemble has been sitting out for hours
>Off to the side there's a crumpled piece of printer paper
>It's a note, written in shaky, uneven handwriting, all in capitals
>Some of the letters are backwards
>"I sory I eated the pillows i make you food"
>"i love you form fluffy pony"
>Below this is a doodle of a smiling stick figure sitting on a couch with a colored blob next to him |
