Reflections on Snapís drawings - 8

by Anthony Masters
with art by Snap

- do not use without the author's and artist's permission.



Oh my God! How I wish Iíd never volunteered to be a pony. The mating failed. Three months they gave me, with six studs, and nothing happened so now Iím being sent to the knackerís yard. This auto-enema machine has flushed me four times already and it hurts. Iím terrified. I Ďm sweating and I canít stop shaking.

I saw it once when I was a girl. Theyíll hang me upside down by my feet and then the man will push my head back to expose my throat and then heíll take his knife. No! No! Please God donít let it happen!

And afterwards theyíll cut the brand off my buttock and send it back to my family to show Iíve really gone, and by then Iíll be . . . well, pet food I suppose and glue or something. Oh I wish Iíd never volunteered. I didnít think of it ending like this.