"I Might've Seen Somethin' Like That Around Molly's Shack In The Swamp."

(Originally by Zucca Xerfantes)

The mare let out a noxious backside blast and indulged in a relaxed sigh. "Yup... Molly's penned up in Bubblegloop Swamp down the river. She said something about the box being 'from da futures' or whatever that crazy rodent said."

Samantha beamed. "Oh! Thank you, Miss Georgia!"

Texas frowned at the mare. "You're being uncharacteristically helpful... what's your angle?"

Georgia planted her hand on her voluminous chest. "Is mending my good name with the law something to be suspicious of? I'd love my old job back..."

Texas huffed. "Not a snowball's chance in your asscrack." The weasel huffed.

Samantha's brow arched upward. "Texas! That wasn't very nice..."

Georgia cackled. "Yeah, that wasn't nice at all, Sheriff. I guess it's true what they say! No good deed goes unpunished!"

Texas snarled. "You just keep doing what you're best at... drinking yourself into an early grave and filling the air with stench from your lies and ass alike."

Samantha cringed, but followed Texas outside.

"What was that all about? That's a lot of bad blood..." Samantha murmured.

Texas shot her a scowl. "Reckoned that all by yerself, eh? No wonder you're a high-falootin' time traveler!"

Samantha's face flushed and she planted her feet, fists clenched.