HEELS

Once upon a time, it was a beautiful day in Northern California. Lovely children gathered in a grassy meadow to play. They spoted a beautiful, magic pony and lured it closer. It was attracted to their joyfulness and beauty.

"Come here pretty pony."

And then they strung it up and beat it.


They were vicious. Relentless.


The pony tried desperately to get away, but they beat it back down. They even took turns.



They finally broke its neck and the magic pony's life was ended. Yet they continued to savagely beat the dead body.



When the interest in bashing the corpse around had waned, they feasted on the innards.

Then they went inside for cake.


And the pony's poor, brutalized body was left swinging in the trees for the birds to pluck.

The end.