Big Mac scooped up the shotgun and excitedly carried it over to the table where the Apploosa Gun Show’s most prominent figure (his cousin, by coincidence) sat.
“Ah want this one,” he said.
Braeburn nodded. “‘Kay, bend over so Ah can administer the gov’nt mandated cavity search.”
And so the big red stallion did just that. He did it, with somewhat more enthusiasm than the average gun buyer at any gun show. When he was done, he paid for the shotgun, threw it in the trash, and went to find another stallion who looked like he gave good cavity searches.
Big Mac didn’t go to gun shows for the weapons, after all.