Had a thought about what would happen if you set a Foal in a can vertically.
You have two choices.
Setting the foal where it cannot get to its food,
or
Setting it the other way around, eventually it would unplug itself from the waste tubes and start covering its only source of food in shit.
One is just death, slow and painful but death.
The other is so much worse. It would grow, covered in shit, eating and drinking a milk/shit slurry.
Until one day it would open its eyes to see a world it cannot reach, only centimeters away. That it was born in its own coffin.
Oh how wonderfully horrible.
Green text box just did the abuse equivalent of action movie hero guy not looking back at the explosion. Doesn’t need to see their handiwork come to fruition; they just know it did.
Oh poor Fluffy, now he’s going to fall and break the jar, the glass will pierce his organs and he’ll slowly die in agony. No warm yummy milk, no memories of mommy, he will be starving and bleeding wounds. And only God can keep him from being found by the smell of blood by predatory animals… But do Fluffies know how to pray?
Oof. Either the tube is going to shatter, or it’ll hold up but the fluffy won’t. If his organs liquefy on impact, I can only imagine what happens when someone lets him out.
