Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

“De’, do you want to watch this show, bimbo mio?” Appiano asked Flameboy Shy.

Flameboy Shy simply nodded in response, as he continued to suckle on his pacifier, while he rested his head on his daddy’s lap. The show had just finished its opening sequence, and already Flameboy was hooked.

“If I don’t understand something, I can ask Appiano to translate, or see if this television has subtitles in English.” Flameboy Shy thought to himself, as a series of commercials began to air. A few of them advertised local points of interest that Flameboy had learned about in school, while others advertised business. Some of which, Flameboy had seen several times in his country, and some of which were brand new to him.

Whenever something came up that he couldn’t understand from the pictures alone, he would ask his Italian daddy, who would graciously act as a translator. It was of little surprise, when he felt himself beginning to nod off.

“De’, did you enjoy the show? My little one?” Appiano asked Flameboy Shy.

Flameboy Shy didn’t answer, he had fallen asleep, still suckling on his pacifier. Appiano couldn’t help but “daw” a little.

Turning off the television, Appiano carefully picked up Flameboy, taking great care not to wake him up. He pressed a hand to the back of Flameboy’s clothes, and felt a familiar squishing sensation.

“Aw, my little Shy-Shy wet himself,” Appiano said softly to himself, as he carried Flameboy to his nursery, and set him softly on the changing table “I’d better change him, so he doesn’t get a rash.”

In a matter of seconds, the changing process was complete, and Appiano gently lowered a still sleeping Flameboy Shy into his crib. He carefully tucked him in and kissed his little one lightly on the forehead.

“Buona notte, bimbo mio.” Appiano called lightly, as he turned off the light, and closed the door. Before he did, he made sure to turn on the baby monitor in the nursery. That way, if his baby needed anything, he would know.

Making his way back downstairs, Appiano turned on the television, and set the volume down low so as not to wake Flameboy. The television was showing a familiar world of technicolor birds with cheerful expressions.

“I’m glad Shy-Shy likes this show too,” he thought to himself “And I’m glad this show actually is airing in my country again. It’s so much harder to watch episodes on the computer.”