Clumsy Wagons

Travelling this open 1800s desert takes the coordination of several clumsy wagons.

The wheels need to earn the right to not be reinvented, the horses need to accept their slavery, and the people need to laugh and poop and sing and dance and shoot animals in the face and mend bruises and tell stories and ignore their wives and ignore their bruises and wind up abandoned on the side of the river after trying to turn the wagons into boats and eat those shot animals and then pet their slave horses but never think of eating them until the wagon wheels fall off and the side of the river is the only source of water and the side of the horses are the only sources of poop and then eating the horses are the only sources of stories and then people start to look at each other like the next meal and they no longer ignore their wives because they look delicious and they sing and dance with each other to pretend like nothing happened but no one can ignore the flies who buzz around the horses and the water and the broken wagon wheels.

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