The Rhineland, like any area around a river, is lush with foliage and areas of life. This includes humans and fluffies. A bush moves and a fluffy, colored black emerges crouched close to the ground. "Smawty! keine munsta. Toughie wückt auf. Hewde kann aufsteigen." The black toughie moved up, the brown smarty and the herd an assorted mariad of colors close behind. They were not the only ones who occupied the woods...foxes and wildcats hunted them day in and out. Worse was the fresh scent of afterbirth on the new foals.

A scream and sickening crunch from the rear made the soon mummahs panick. The wildcat from days earlier had caught up. The herd began to run toward the toughie...and right into the river Rhine. They were trapped. The herd bunched up, a soon mummah blubbering as she was pushed into the flowing river. She'd drown in seconds, the unborn foals popping out as she bobbed momentarily in the water. The black toughie charged into the wildcat, becoming torn apart like nothing. The herd now lost six more fluffies into the river, now thoroughly cornered. The remaining toughies charged, the herd making a break for the woods again.

They make it to Kaiserslautern by dusk, fluffies crying and blubbering about losing special friends in infantile German. The human populace knew well the Wildcat Run was a hard run for these fluffies, guiding the few survivors into the EU shelter as they had only twenty minutes before curfew was enacted. They'd made it for now. Today was over...tommorow now loomed over them.

The life of eight fluffies were forfeit for the lives of the rest of the herd. Such is life in the Rhineland.