FPAS 3

*It is raining again, and this is the fourth day you have eaten without your foals receiving any milk. The cardboard box offers no shelter.* Blue Foal: Mummeh! Bebbeh su hungies! Nee nummies! *Crawls over to your teats, searching for milk* Nu! Brown Foal: Miwkies? *The even frailer, thinner brown foal desperately crawls over and tries to suckle* Nu! Nu miwkies! *The Blue Foal speaks again* Bebbeh nu wan die! Wan nummies! Nu wan foeva sweepies!