>A yellow talkie colt walks up to a reception desk
>The receptionist has to lean over the entire desk to see him
>The colt looks up at her, “Am hewe fo sadbox pwease”
>“Down that hallway, third door on the right”
>The colt trots cheerfully down the hall and enters a door into a darkly lit room.
>A man snatches him up and starts ripping his legs off.
>“I’m gonna kill you shitrat! I’m gonna kill you!”
>“Dis nu am sadbox!” cries the foal
>The man stops abruptly
>“I’m sorry, this is abuse”
>“Den whewe am sadbox”
>“Next door down”
>The foal worm crawls down to the next door, which the man holds open for him
>It leads out into a dingy alleyway
>Inside a cardboard box are the rotting corpse of a mare, some starved chirpy babies, and a stallion who is in relatively good condition but still dead
>“Mummah!? Daddeh!? Widdle bwuddahs!? Wha happen!?”
>“It looks like the mother died and the father couldn’t feed them without milk. Then when the last baby starved the father died of a broken heart”
>The foal crawls into the cardboard nest and curls up crying
>“huu huu… wan die… wan die…”
(inspired by the argument clinic sketch from Monty Python)