FPAS

*You open your eyes, hoping to see... Never mind. It's just the cold, dark basement again. Your bebbes begin to cry. But you place a hoof over their mouths. You'd get whipped or burnt by a cigarette butt if they make noise; you hate your brown foal. But deddeh, aka your owner, makes you love it. And the Alicorn, the one you cherish and feed more than the others, begins to whine* Alicorn: Mummeh! Bebbeh nee miwkies! NAO! *It practically shout-demands*