On one occasion I euthanased a horse because of sand colic. The girl's mother, who lived in Perth, and didn't observe the incident, complained to the Board. She stated that horses don't die of colic and I was required to give reasons why I euthanased the horse.

Cordeill said she lou'd him, as behoou'd: / Whose simple answere, wanting colours faire / To paint it forth, him to displeasance moou'd […]

'Twas early June, the new grass was flourishing everywheres, the posies in the yard—peonies and such—in full bloom, the sun was shining, and the water of the bay was blue, with light green streaks where the shoal showed.

You'll need to smoke the meat for several hours.