She falls into old habits

Right now, Georgia was many things, but the titanic dumb mare would never be a free-thinker.

Her colossal foot took a step through the streets, which quickly cleared as the cowering citizens took cover in their homes for fear of the upscaled ex-deputy. The next step followed, bring with it a hefty thud which rattled the wooden buildings of the small frontier town. If anyone was close enough, which they most certainly were not, they’d hear the sickly, swampy squelch of Georgia’s mammoth feet condensing the well worn insole of her boots…literal tonnes of horse causing it to find a new place to rest every step.

Speaking of steps, it took the mare around 5 to reach the other side of town, where she stood before the Sheriff’s office. Time to do what she always did, make life hell for Texas…though this time there’d be no happy ending for the weasel.

“Get yer flat Weasel-y butt out here Sheriff, and that mangy mutt you call a deputy to boot!” She boomed, voice rattling all windows in town though fortunately not breaking them. Of course she complemented her statement, with quite literally a boot ‘to boot’. Her foot stomped in place, knocking people over in their homes from the miniature tremor.

“I’m sure you know I ain’t one to be put in a bad mood, at usual size! So yer both got 10 seconds to get your scrawny selves out in the open, or it’ll get one hell of a lot worse for the both of ya”