"Court's in session. Trail the ponies v. Cantlemine Falcone. Honorable Judge Cloud Twister presiding." The gavel fell. Without wasting time the star district attorney took the floor.
"Fillies and Gentlecolts we are here today to discuss the wrong doings of one, Cantlemine Falcone." He trotted back and forth in front of the jury stand. Falcone looked upset as to the fact that he might not be able to get out of this. It didn't matter
The trial was moving very well in the favor of the District Attorney. The witness on the stand was an old pony that owned a shop out in the Narrows. "His goons would come to my shop and demand money for protection!"
"How, sir, did you know that?" Knowing full well how he knew the District Attorney needed him to say it so that the jury knew.
"His goon said so, Mr. Dent. He said 'Falcone wants his money for the month!" The court room broke into whispers and murmurs on how Falcone needed to be put away.
"Order! Order in the court! Mr. Dent, please c