Spit In Her Face!

With a snarl of defiance Texas spat straight into the sheep's face, causing her to flinch in surprise, and then tremble with barely-contained fury. She extracted a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped the spit off her face and her glasses.

"I... See... So that is how you want it to be, is it, weasel?" She says with calm rage. "Well then, I wasn't going to do this to you, but you've just gone and changed my mind. Guards, please take sheriff Texas. She's going to be bunking with Daffodil." She said. Texas instantly gasped, and even the guards looked a little worried at that.

"W-w-what? Ya'll can't be serious! S-she can't be here! Y-you can't do this! S-she'll kill me!" The weasel squeaks, starting to struggle in desperation. The Warden just gave a haughty sniff.

"Oh, I do hope so. That would make my day. But good to know you remember her. She certainly remembers you." The sheep cracked a slight grin, and the guards nodded and moved forwards to grab the struggling sheriff.