The rancher looks down from his horse and shakes his head.
“Yep, looks like a bad case of foot-in-mouth disease. I’ve seen it before.”
“Awww, paw! Does that mean you hafta….you hafta…”
“It’s the only way son. We can’t afford to have the entire herd infected.”
As rancher Scuzzy dismounts his horse, he pulls his Winchester from the saddle bag and chambers a round….
Overhead, in the cloudless blue sky, several vultures start to circle…