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Death's Horse Part the First "Oh my god, Death. Do you have to do this every time we go out?" Famine tapped his foot impatiently, glaring at Death and the suddenly dead horse lying just a few feet away. Death frowned (as well as an empty skull is able to frown) and leaned on his scythe, looking from the irate Famine to the horse, and then back to Famine. "This is not my fault," he creaked in a voice full of echoes and tombstones, trying to sound solemn and commanding despite the fact that it was, indeed, his fault that the horse was dead. He had forgotten to blindfold the poor beast, and the second it looked around to check its blind spot