Edgeworth Johnstone is Heckel's Horse Jr.

Category: Stories

  • Stag

    Stag

    Stag would walk up to the gate and then turn left and take some drink before heading off to the post office. At the post office he’d meet his friend, and then go for a walk with his friend to the beach. At the beach they played beachball and ate ice cream. Then as he…

  • Shin Detonator

    Shin Detonator

    The Horse Prefect: “Frogmarch these bozos down to the nether regions of The Sea Bitch, and get them supping on some of last months man-y-pausey juice.” Shin Detonator: “Which teat, Sir? September 1,2 and 3 are taken.” The Horse Prefect: “Just have it going in till it’s squirting out from under their toenails.” They’ll have…

  • Mining in fake jungle

    The owners of “The two sciences company” built a green grass running down into the great beyond, down past the mouth of their cavern. We’re remained on one of those drift vessels to the primary fairways appropriate, amidst the stream close to it. It appears the course just has one opening. In any event that…

  • Fisher

    Interrogator, one of the kids Ol Fishers mum babysits out in her barn knows Underling’s her favourite. Nothing of the inner engravings though, other than the sounds they all make clanging against each other when she’s out ringing that bloody thing before, and for some reason, throughout dinner. The other kids are told about its…

  • Cadets

    The younger students are contaminated with a state of the legs called goat tap. Goat tap given by a mountain to one of the youngsters. Truth be told, that’s not carefully obvious. The Goat tap was showed into a youngster and afterward sent to the school by the mountain. Nobody truly thought they were going…

  • Feeding time on the Alps Express

    It’s sad. You wouldn’t even think he’s trying to hide. The company chairman’s looking straight into our carriage from the other end of the platform. I can even see when he blinks. His binoculars flicker white momentarily. His blink rate will drop to less than once per minute. His breathing’s a worry. Even from where…