Walk on water float on air

After last night's meeting of the "Diurodrilus affiliations within Spiralia and Beer-Name Anagrams Working Group" at the Old Entomologist broke up in the usual disarray over the lack of decent anagrams for 'anagram', the conversation turned (as it so often does) to the topic of horses, and how easily frightened they are, e.g. by people doing it in the road.

Here are two horses frightened by lightning, and by the thunder which might get them.


It turns out that horses freak out completely if someone aims the antigrav beam at them so they find themselves levitating six inches above the ground, in a harmless prank which did not warrant the attention of the SPCA, nor all the fuss about "inhumane and unethical experimentation". Magnetic force repel attract, once it starts there's no turning back, whoops we seem to have a mild attack of Hawkwind lyrics.

Via the Dream Machine, here is a horse's nightmare in which it is terrified by a wind machine. This is why horses should not be allowed to watch Mariah Carey music videos just before bedtime.
"There is the corollary," Another Kiwi vouchsafed, "that when the incorporeal aliens come to Earth -- the ones from another plane of existence, which feed on negative emotions of anger and terror and despair --"

"-- as happens all the time," I agreed.

"-- rather than wasting their time with human emotions, and getting Ensign Chekov worked up about his non-existent brother Piotr, they would find it a lot easier to harvest the terror so prevalent among horses. Horses, horses, coming in in all directions, white shining silver studs with their nose in flames"

Buggrit, signal crossover from the music lyrics again. We really need better insulation around the Riddled Cryotanks.

Incorporeal emotion-eating
entity horrifying a horse

"Oh," said tigris, "that already happened. But the horses managed to overcome their own worst natures, and drove away the incorporeal aliens f.a.p.o.e. with a unified expression of positive emotions and happiness and laughter."

"It must be a tradition, or an old charter or something," I surmised.

Alternative title: Oh no more horses horses We're gonna swim like a fish.