Warning: Language.

Cassidy Mac Dowell is a frequent at his local watering hole, Why Irish Eyes are Smiling, when the trumpets of nature blew their horns and summoned him to the ol' chamber pot.

It's during this critical moment Cassidy is taken and thrusted into a land that resembles his backyard. The locals are horses and they're riled up at his intrusion to whatever horses do when not eating and shitting. Any man in their right mind would have talked their way out of a confrontation, and have resolved this matter peacefully.

Luckily Cassidy isn't a sober pussy.

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This story is for AlphaFartOfDoom in Write Club.

The original prompt can be found here.