>You're outside tending to your hobby garden in your dirty yardwork clothes.
>You've got some new tomato sprouts and are about to water them when you hear a squeaky voice.
>"Hewwo!"
>You turn around and stare at your visitor.
>A yellow fluffy pegasus colt with a green mane is looking intently at your young shoots.
>"Nummies!" he declares excitedly, and begins trotting toward them.
>You smack a gloved hand onto the ground in front of him, bringing him up short.
>"These aren't yours. Go away and eat something else."
>"Fwuffy hungwy," he whines, stamping his little hooves in the dirt and pushing past your hand.
>You dip your other hand in the mouth of your watering can, then flick some water into his face; he flinches and shakes his head.
>"Get lost," you command.
>"Meanie!"
>He about faces and squeezes out several wet, grassy pellets of crap onto the back of your gloved hand.
>He laughs triumphantly. "Hah!"
 
>He makes a beeline for the tender plants; you stare at the shit on your hand. "God dammit."
>At this point, you're madder than a midget hooker trying to steal a john's wallet off a high dresser.
>You snatch him up by the back fluff with your wet glove and haul him in front of your face.
>"Wet go!" he demands, thrashing in your grip; meanwhile your other hand is ferrying its foul cargo over to the squirming invader.
>You flip him around and slap him down on the ground, then lower the shat-upon hand onto his spine, pinning him to the earth.
>With your wet hand, you pick up a pellet.
>"Mulligan." The fluffy pony tries to look over his shoulder at you.
>"Muwwa-whaa? OWWW!"
>You've just shoved the first of the pellets back up his fluffy butthole.
>"Nuuu! Hewp!" he screams as, one by one, his pigeons come back home to roost.
 
>Having returned to sender, you take your hand off of his back.
>"Waah! Poo pwace huwt!"
>"I packed your shit for you, now get out," you quip.
>He shoots you an enraged glare out of the corner of his eye, then backs up to you and starts to strain.
>"Nope." Darting a gloved finger out, you plant it firmly in his rectum; he screams in pain.
>Next you pick up your watering can and turn the mouth upside down over his ass, drenching it.
>"Wahh! Cowd!"
>Curling your finger into a hook, you pick him up by his asshole and carry him, howling, to the edge of your property.
>A sparse woods runs behind your place; you throw him overhand into the scrub, unhooking your finger so he slides off.
>He gets a great distance with the additional weight from the water.
>Too bad it doesn't count; you mulliganed.