Killing HeeHaw the Donkey was a sweet blessing.

[Madame Frottage]

I really envy America sometimes, while up reading the news to a cafe and croissant.

Knowing that police invaded a private farmstead and shot a baby donkey, beloved pet of a little girl in cold blood searching for some missing bum shows me how free Americans really are, that the police are so unbridled to carry out the law, it brings tear.

And yet, you REALLY have read between the lines to see the true beauty of Jesus behind the wrongness of this peverted farm. I bet they thought they were safe, they had some happy haven to worship a baby donkey in diapers, yet the Virgin is not mocked.

Did they not know? The story of Balaam? Numbers 22:22???

That this was no cute arrangement, but a warning????

That our Savior came to ride on a simpering ass and He is Coming!???

The little girl Hannah Israel, carries the clue in her name, and in her girlful wailings will come to see, she is the beacon of Israel, Heehaw is the sacrifice, the bleeding, bleating ass. And she will eventually cry tears of joy knowing the blessings that have befallen when HeeHaw sheds the blood of our sweet Virgin Mother spewing ass blood all over the heathen grounds. Mama Maria, Mon Dieu, may they tear down this pagan den and build a shrine to the Mother, Blessed! Amen!

[MitzaLizalor]

When prescribed a new tablet, ask your provider whether a follow-up appointment is advisable. The reason is simple: if it's an experimental concoction, there could be novel side effects. Some of these may become fashionable as recreational tinctures – although in your case it seems unlikely.

The pagan den you're envisaging isn't really there. I know it seems real but in the linked piece we learn the donkey was in its own pasture. Two salient points, both related, are 1. pastures are notorious for not having anything in them (otherwise they'd be called something else) and 2. donkeys are notorious for not building pagan shrines.

“During that search, it is with heavy heart that I report a Cedartown police officer shot and killed a donkey that was in its own pasture,” said [the] Chief

Exactly what sort of design this phantasmagorical structure adhered to I dread to think. Most likely its dimensions kept changing as you observed and the air all 'round swirled as though a kaleidoscope it had imbibed.

Before imbibing any more, then, a follow-up appointment is recommended with your service provider.

In Christ.

[Madame Frottage]

Le pauvre âne a fini sous le coup d'un fusil de chasse. Mon Dieu. Mon Dieu. Autant en tirer parti. Un délicieux ragoût d'âne au sang. 🫏🫕