Kill Horse

Trigger and Black Beauty were settling in at home.

“Remember that symposium Silver brought up?” Beauty nickered.

“Yes, Flicka mentioned it at the corral – what about it?”

“He sent the link, wanna watch?”

“Sure.”

Beauty cast the link onto the flatscreen which burst into motion with two familiar manes.

“Mr. Ed and Seabiscuit! Lots of trail dust has passed.”

The picture shifted to black and white as a Western movie flickered. A cowboy atop an unknown galloped toward men firing rifles. Trigger and Beauty neighed loudly:

“Don’t shoot the horse!”

The screen froze as words appeared: “The Hollywood Horse Holocaust.”