The foal felt a rumbling in his tummy as the milk he drank began to digest. Suddenly he felt a jolt of tummy hurties which could only mean one thing. Poopies! He sprinted, or rather stumbled as quickly as he could to the litterbox. He was a good foal and only made poopies in the litterbox.
The digested milk, that his delicate intestines helplessly failed to siphon excess water from, wanted to come out. He held it as hard as he could. He mantled the low ledge of the litter box and as soon as his rear hooves hit the scented gravel he instinctively relaxed his bowels.
As the pain subsided, he turned to look admire his good work. He saw drops had landed on the tile outside the litterbox and even worse, he was still pooping outside of the box. He tried to clench again but couldnât because fear overwhelmed him. He was a bad babbeh and would get punished he thought!
Hear me out: You give him more milkies and immediately put him in the sorry box, where he again shits himself at which point you do sorry stick him into a whimpering heap.
This foal seems to be at least somewhat behaved, so I believe he should be made to eat ALL the poopies that didnât make it to the litter box. Any of that ânu taste pwettyâ nonsense, then break out la chancla.
