Down the nostalgia lane … the first ever fluffy picture I created.
Hello darkness my old friend…
A little piece of me hopes he finds mummah’s footprints and can catch up with the herd. But then I realize, no he’d be brutalized if that happened for being a poopie babbeh. But then I realize I’m a horrible human and a piece of me WANTS to see that…
Awwww, poor little poopies baby. Too naive and innocent to know he was left behind on purpose.
“Lol” said the sky wawa. “Lmao”
Oh dear, a lost brown foal. What shall we do with it?
- Rescue and rehabilitate?
- Euthanize with a boot or hammer?
- Target practice with our .223 sporting rifles?
- See how far our foalapult can send it?
Very nice.
Target practice. If youre a good shit youll be euthanizing it as well
A. The top one
My foalbuchet can launch a .95kg foal over 300 meters.
When you say ‘rescue & rehabilitate’, is there a treatment/quarantine protocol that will render a feral safe to eat?
My votes with the 223- charges ar-15 looking down red dot
In my timeline: a medical screening to rule out cancer, certain viral infections (FoalVID/Screebola/FAIDS/etc) and [Redacted by USDOD 2080-0927-1015]; followed by 14 days (minimum) of good shelter, good kibble, clean water, antiparasite and antifungal medication, and positive attention. It’s best if this is done within a small group of other rescued ferals that get along with each other, but this is not strictly necessary. After that, they can be introduced to their new herd of meat fluffies.
Are you sick ? :v
EAT IT !!! IT’S ALL WE CAN DO !!! èé
In my timeline, there used to be a saying about .223 hollow points and ferals: “Once you pop, you can’t stop.”
Hell yea!!!-mag dumps in air
just watch him die. why do you never consider the easiest solution? it’s like everyone walk around with hammers and sporting rifles all the time
Because there’s a chance he could survive and breed, and we can’t have that.
texas would like to have a word
God knows where in the middle of a fucking blizzard? no, he will die without the bullshit people carry around in your headcanon
I didn’t say it was a good chance, just a chance. And in my headcanon that’s a chance that society has learned that it cannot tolerate.