Wouldn’t it be easier to just spook the horses so these assholes in red fall off then we can chase them and rip them to shreds?

The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable. 

And when he’s nice and relaxed I just close my fingers round his neck and squeeze and then………………….

Lioness:- Well you were the one who wanted kids!

Looks like mud doesn’t it? Sure don’t smell like mud!

Don’t you dare move. I’m getting the hosepipe !