It could stand alright but the cage was too tight at its sides to turn and see them. It tensed at the sound of their breath at its back though, and the scream of the key, and hunched pathetic when they shoved it towards the dark and the sound of hammers. A practised member of staff pulled the creature’s ugly hands out of its pockets to show the King, who looked boredly down his long nose, hoofed aloft two metal shoes and said, “We nail these to your feet or we eat you.”
“Please.”
“Decide.”
“Please God.”
“Yay or neigh?"
“Please.”
“Decide.”
“Please God.”
“Yay or neigh?"
