Our town practices the ritual of scapegoating, where our sins are loaded into an animal and then we cast it out into the wild.
The problem is, we’re a rather sinful lot, and we’re running out of animals.
Let’s see… there’s Bob’s dog. And there’s also Arthur’s horse, but Arthur needs his horse to deliver messages, and everybody really likes that dog.
The priests nixed my idea of recycling animals. Once they’re loaded up with sins, they’re useless.
Arthur packed up and rode out of town this morning.
Bob suggested we use the priests.
The dog wagged its tail happily.