So cute
How does he plan to use that six-shooter without any fingers? Sure hope he doesn’t need it.
I kinda adore this little guy. Can see him going up to a crying filly or mare at the park. “Wha’ am da pwobwem, widdle wady?”
He likes shot glasses of skettie sauce slid to him from down the bar.
In the park for fluffies rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to fluffies around him, didn’t have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip 
"He shot himself. "
“What?”
“I said, he shot himself.”
A pause.
“With what? You can’t mean his little toy revolver. It doesn’t even fire anything. It’s plastic. It’s a prop.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. There’s a gunshot wound you can see all the way through. I think he was waving his little toy gun around, fell off the ride and… bang.”
"That can’t be true. Somebody must have come over and shot him. "
"Nope. I was recording my kids when it happened. You can see him in the background. They’re traumatised, man, I don’t know what to tell you. "
You pick up the little gun. Smoke still pours from the end of the barrel, despite the big orange rubber chunk on the end signifying it as fake. The little bullet cylinder is one piece of hollow plastic, the trigger unmovable and brittle. You look down at the wet gory mess.
"Fucking fluffies, man. "
Fucking fluffies, man.
“To the town of Sketti-Fria rode a Fluffy one fine day.”
“Curior six after passing through the divide.”
Dis ow’ fwuffy widah
Is fwuffy widin’ awone
Am a stuwdy,
Sowitawy stone