“I wish they could tell us what happened,” Anna said. “Maybe a pack of [Bolsheviks] ran through the paddock,” said [Pawnee.] “That could wake up a pony and [fill its head with subversive philosophies.”] “And if one pony [becomes Leninist], it can [radicalize] the others,” said Pam. [Pawnee] brushed the snowflakes off [Lil’ Seb]’s mane. “The snowstorm might have upset [Lil’ Sebastian],” she said. “[He] doesn’t like [to fuck around with solid precipitation. It breeds reptiles in his mind.”] “Let’s put them in the new barn [to protect them from the inevitable workers’ revolution] said Pam. “Some of the stalls are empty [after that game of Russian roulette the ponies played last week.”] “Good idea,” said Anna. She clipped a [lock of hair from Pam’s head. “To remember you by,” she whispered.] Pam and [Pawnee] turned their ponies toward the barn. But Acorn [was like, fuck that noise.] “You go ahead,” Anna told [Pawnee] and Pam. “Acorn is still a little f[ucked] up.” “Okay,” said Pam. “We’ll meet you inside,” [Pawnee disgorged chunkily.] Pam and [Pawnee] led their ponies to the barn. [Anna heard Pam’s shotgun fire twice. Apparently there hadn’t been enough room after all.] #DetectivePony