Photo two.
Home Improvement
She perused the book carefully. This one looked strong. Heavily muscled legs, good if the horse pulled a tendon and couldn't be hitched to the plow. Good strong arms, he would wield a powerful axe. No fear of running short of firewood. From Aberdeen, a Scot? Thrift would be required if the annual payment on the farm was to be made in time. The face, though comely, didn't tell her much. Would he be a kind father to her children? Would she have to wear long sleeves, again, even in the summer?
There were more pictures. She turned the page.
Picture three.
Rehearsal
“You don’t look sick.”
“I said, I
am
disease. Well, my real name is Pesti...”
“Are you contagious?”
“I’m the manifestation, not the condition. Why did I bring you again?”
“They’re
my
horses.”
“Right. It was my turn to bring the stand-ins.”
“Also, my sister told you to.”
“Speaking of...don’t tell the guys I’m married. I kinda forgot to invite them. What? We only do this every other decade. I don’t even know Death’s current host, much less his address.”
“Does my sister know?”
“Doubtful. She’s never met him.”
“That you’re diseased.”
“I’m not diseased, I’m...just forget it.”
Heh, that's a good one, Wolfram. My mind is staying so very much in the plebian with these pictures, I'm having a hard time coming up with anything.
Because of the angle of the picture, I was staring at the horses trying to count them. Once I figured out there were four, this just kind of popped into my head.
those are mules {/pedant}
Damn. That just makes the next scene even funnier.
"We're the Four Horsemen. HORSE men! Whoever heard of the Four Mulemen?!"
"Be a great name for a band, though."
"Yeah, it would."
