It was a dark and stormy night, and i was driving towards Sarah's house.

To get to sarahs house one must drive down Brookfield Rd, which is a challenge at best because of its habitant 4WDs filled with wealthy mothers and children.

On this particular evening, the corner near sarahs house, was littered with dead horses.

Somewhat like 'its raining men' only it was horses.

In my trusty volvo it was up to me to navigate my way around these dead beasts, as i did not want to run over a dead horse.

I am not sure what happened between then and my awake from slumber, but i am sure of one thing. it wasnt pretty.