Soon the three posters were finished. “Let’s ride into town and [hit up the speakeasy]” said Anna. The girls went out to the paddock. Anna [knew her brain would collapse in on itself if she had to] see the cute cat again. But the cat wasn’t [dreaming its unspeakable dreams] next to Acorn anymore. “I wonder where he went,” [Pawnee drunkenly slurred. She had a serious problem.] “Maybe he was just visiting and now he’s [returned to his netherworldly dimension of eternal pain,” Pam said hopefully.] Anna pointed to Acorn’s back. “There he is,” she giggled [over the sound of Acorn’s screams.] “Where?” asked [Pawnee]. Then she giggled, too. The cat was shitting on Acorn’s back. “He’s the same color as Acorn’s mane,” said Pam. “[Black as Satan’s heart, and twice as evil.]” Anna lifted the cat off Acorn. “Kitty, [the knowledge that such a thing as you can exist makes me feel like Daedalus trapped in my own ghoulish labyrinth, slowly starving to death. I hope that you] get hit by a car.” “Let’s put him in the animal clinic kennel while we’re gone,” said Pam. "[It’s sad that our lives are so empty that we need to fabricate these little bullshit animal adventures to keep ourselves from constantly contemplating death.”] #DetectivePony