Foals in a serving or pitching machine

[creeper]

I did a story where they were strung up by their tails and swung at T-ball style.

A day with the Skettiland trapper; First stop-The Arcade. (creeper)

Old Jake lived three hours west of Cleveland, having made his living as hunter and mechanic, the meat he hunted supplemented the garden his wife grew. After the fluffies came he hated them at first, they ate everything, his wife’s garden included, and their incessant chatter scared off every deer, elk and turkey he tried to hunt. They were everywhere and for awhile he just shot them out of anger and frustration of another hunt ruined and the possibility of his family starving. Then one day while…