Clint steps outside to see a small herd making their way over to his front yard, intent on numming all his grass.
Three Mares, Two Toughies, One Smarty, like… Twelve foals.
Clint strides over to the Mares, all to the Smarty and Toughie’s horror.
Le grab
Clint takes the foals back into his house, closing the door behind him, leaving the small herd alone.
Hears small knocks on the door.
Ignores
Clint holds the foals in his hands and brings them over to the Kitchen, taking out his blender.
Tosses them into said blender.
Pulse, Pulse, Pulse
Takes the Blender out to the front yard. Herd is asking where their foals are.
Dumps foal-smoothie onto Smarty
“He ate them” Clint says, pointing to the Smarty. Smarty begins to stutter.
Herd so dumb they actually believe Clint and begin hurting and shitting on him.
Kicks Smarty into the Street.
Herd follows and begins screaming at the Smarty. Calling him names.
They don’t hear the street sweeper coming for some damn reason.
Mare sees Sweeper and tries to hug it.
Gets obliterated by said sweeper
Clint goes back inside and shags Donna.
Le Fin
(idk man im tired)
