Transcript for anyone who can’t read my chicken scratch handwriting:
“Had to cut her open when we realized it was stuck. The delay caused the four foals behind it to suffocate as she bled out. Mom’s so pissed her prized breeder is dead and the only foals left are super low quality and the mutant. She wants the freak dead, but I knew you liked this sort of weird shit. So do you want it?”
It feeds my soul in 2 ways, it is very cute the bicephalus which feeds my little taste for the Hugbox, but also a mare died (possibly in a very painful way if I can deduce from her expression) and four of her foals, so my abuser soul is satisfied.