Granted! However, your horse's Elvis impersonation is so popular, he spends all his time on the road... gig after gig, surrounded by screaming fangirls (what girl doesn't love horses?)... so, well, you can't help feeling jealous. And then, it happens! He dumps you for a better (aka - hotter) manager, and you end up left by the wayside, not even able to claim any stud fees, let alone a percentage of the receipts. Your heart is broken... your bank account, empty! Ahhh... but you get even! You hire a vet (using a loan from your uncle "Vinny")... track your wayward horse down... and have him gelded!
That'll teach the louse to spurn your love!
Unfortunately, it also ends his singing career... he can no longer "rock 'n roll" with such a high-pitched voice. No longer can he impersonate "The King"...
Oh, and the vet blabs. You end up in prison, stuck in a cell with a nice lady named "Bunnybuns".
I wish I owned a horse farm...
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