; ; "Here's the Indian now," the bartender muttered.
; ; "You! Savage!" the priest accused the Indian, "By what heathen voodoo witch ; doctor rituals did you press that poor beast to perform so unnaturally for ; you?!" His fist pounded down on the bar counter, though the effect was ; diminished as it was solid oak and the fist-boom came out a bit muted.
; ; The Indian looked at all the faces looking at him and raised his eyebrows. ; "You don't like happy horses?"
; ; "It's just unholy," the priest declared.
; ; "It's not right," the boy scout explained.
; ; "What he said," the blonde pointed at the boy.
; ; "But the laughter of the horse is like the trickling creek when the spring ; thaws come, that nourishes the land."
; ; The trio and the Pumpkin just looked at him. The bartender was washing a ; glass.
; ; "Hangh?!" the priest frowned.
; ; "Very well," the Indian shrugged. "I will go and make the horse unhappy."
; ; He walked out, and they could hear the horse break out in renewed guffaws.
; ; Then silence.
; ; Then sobs.
; ; The Indian walked back in.
; ; "What did you *DO* to that poor horse?!" the boy scowled accusingly.
; ; "What HE said!" the blonde jabbed a finger at the boy and put on a stern face. ; She did not approve of cruelty to animals!
; ; "That's more like it," the priest belted back a drink, "the sounds of guilt, ; moral agony and broken-will repentance."
; ; "Truly, the sorrows of the horse are as the felled grain before the scourge of ; humanity, as it is in turn removed from the 10,000 gifts of the Creator."
; ; A moment passed. Then another.
; ; "Hungh?" the boy scout frowned.
; ; "What he said," the blonde nodded with furrowed brow, pointing at the boy.
; ; "You cannot understand the coins mined from the earth until you have seen the ; mountains shape the clouds."
; ; A moment passed. Just one this time.
; ; "Hungh?" the boy scout frowned.
; ; "How?" the Pumpkin demanded. "What did you do to that horse to make him ; laugh and then to make him cry like that?"
; ; "Well," the Indian sat down and took a drink from the drink the bartender ; already had prepared for him, "to make him laugh, I just told him my dick was ; bigger than his."
; ; No! The Pumpkin grimaced and cringed back, knowing what was coming next.
; ; "And to make him cry, I just pulled it out and showed him."
; ; The blonde grinned and studied the Indian with renewed interest ...
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