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12/29/11(Thu)00:21 No.32745362
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 I actually had a pony dream the other day
Bunch of ponies on a train or a bus or something
At the rear, second to last seat, were a husband and wife. Behind them, a younger colt, in his prime, who was having or planning to have a secret tryst with the wife and not exactly being subtle about it
But the husband was onto him
While they were playing footsie or whispering to each other or whatever the husband turned around and spoke very intensely, saying he knew what was going on
and that if he didn't leave
forever
he wouldn't live to regret it
so the young punk just says something rude and though the jig is up he doesn't back down, clearly intent on still bedding the guy's wife
hidden beneath the husband's hat is a horn
with only the faintest aura around him at first, the interloper staggers to his feet, forced into motion by magic
he unwillingly takes a swing at the husband, knocking him to the ground in front of all the spectators
finds that crazed words not his own are coming out of his mouth as the husband begs convincingly for mercy, riling the other passengers further
And then, legs propelled by unseen magic
The colt staggers to the door at the rear
forces it open
and throws himself onto the tracks between cars
his body is mangled almost beyond recognition
the courts would rule it a suicide
and no one would ever try to rustle his wife again |
