“But we don’t know where [the most succulent portions are] or who [gets the wishbone], said [Pawnee]. “Do you?” Pam picked up the [body] and looked [the jellified carcass] over. “[The body, without the soul, is just matter],” she said. “Do you think [there’s an afterlife]?” asked Anna. “He doesn’t have a collar,” said Pam. “[So there’s nothing to loot from the corpse.” The avaricious girl sighed dejectedly.] “We should make a poster saying we found him,” said Anna. “Just in case someone [needs a dead cat for a Satanic ritual.”] “[Are we the fucking Feline Friends?]” said [Pawnee]. “[No, we’re the Pony Pals, so let’s stop dicking around with non-equines and ride some fucking horses.”] “Let’s go for a trail ride,” snorted Pam. “If he’s still [dead] when we come back we’ll make a poster.” Anna and [Pawnee] agreed with Pam. They saddled up their ponies and mounted. The cat [began the slow process of decomposition.] “Bye, kitty,” said Anna. “It’s time for you to go [to your Maker and be judged for your sins.”] The Pony Pals rode across the paddock onto Pony Pal Trail. [The rest of the town called it the Those Fucking Kids Who Won’t Keep Their Mouths Shut About Ponies For Five God Damned Minutes No Matter How Much We Beat Them Trail.] Anna #DetectivePony