The flies were thick at the county fair this year, so several horses wore these protective suits. This one--I call him... Nighthoof--had a dramatic blue pattern and a wistful gaze, as if his archnemesis had finally managed to convince the corrupt officials that the latest rise in criminal activity was actually the hero's fault somehow. Now he languishes in horse jail, itching for the chance to prove his innocence and dispense justice upon his enemies with his hooves of lawful goodness.
