Lastnight I had a dream about the horse trailer. Only it was pulled by a team of thin necked ponies wearing Napoleon hats, I looked in their eyes and knew before I saw the trailer that they were very scared. As the team pulled past me the trailer rattled by in what looked like an image from Guernica (that Picasso painting I totally misspelled.) Inside I could see them crammed together. Freakish, deformed, panting with fear. They were forced to hold their heads high, off balance, risking the bumps from the side of the trailor but too crammed to be otherwise. One of them had parrot lip, which is a deformation much like a cleif lip, it exposed all his front teeth gums and tounge. They were on the way to slaughter and I knew that the team was also going to be destroyed as well. My dream heart broke, Then I woke up.