Pedro awoke to the sound of a crying child. He just had the most wonderful dream! He was a worm, and he was dead. The foal opened his crusty, stale contact lenses and looked at the source of the noise.
"WHY DO WE HAVE TO VISIT PEDRO!?" Suzy sobbed, great puddles of Hydrogen oxide dripping down her cheeks. She wasn't crying about the battered punching bag in front of her, IN FACT, the sheep would much rather be making a family with Danny Dog right now. "What the hell is that?" Said Edmund, politely, hitting Pedro in the earlobe. "Now now, children, we had to visit Pedro today otherwise I would be charged with neglect and abuse!" Madam Gazelle clarified, to the children nodding in agreement. "CAN I DRAW ON YOUR CAST?" Peppa stated loudly, inviting herself to scribble a hasty muddy puddle on top of the beautifully drawn recreation of the Mona Lisa on Pedro's crippled leg. "Madame Gazelle, may I please have a glass of orange squash?" Said Candy Cat, innocently. The kitten skipped off, singing a happy tune of rainbows to herself, to claim her glass of freshly squeezed, tropical, fruity punch. "MADUM GUZIL? IM BURRED!" Edmund proclaimed, his accent suddenly changing to that of a Brazilian walnut. "I KNOW! Let us do our favourite pastime; beating up Pedro into a weeping pulp!"
The nurses, who were currently outside drinking booze off the floor, quickly ran inside to join the fun. They had tried all sorts of torture before - burning, drowning, forcing Pedro to listen to a tenor trumpet in the brass band for twolve hours, but they had never beaten him up with over 5 people before! Within the space of 1.29417 seconds (which is also Phlegmery Bile's world record) they had successfully thrown Pedro's corpse out of the hospital window. Candy Cat cheerfully skipped in, looking like a beautiful princess form a fairy tale, and sipped her drink, not knowing what actions had suddenly taken place in that very room just then.
