In fifty years
when we have miniature horses and shit
that you can hold in the palm of your hand,
how cute that would be.
But also how fucking sad that would be.
They would break their legs so easily.
You would have to hold their
poor tiny suffering bodies
up to a giant gun barrel and blow them away.
or ....OR....
you would have to manufacture tiny little rifles
and take them out tenderly!
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