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Guapo y Aislado attempted a painfilled heroic vault over the stall rails.
Somehow his forelegs made it over, but not his hindquarters. He landed on the top rail with a resounding thump!

The thump though compressed the gas in his belly to a degree no longer containable. The discharge of noxious vapor turned the candleflicker into a methane-fed blowtorch flame.

The bomberos arrived quickly so they were able to save most of the sanctuary structure next to the garage.

The humans and the completely restored Guapo y Aislado had safely escaped the inferno. They stood on the sidelines watching the mop up operations. Don Pedro silently wept at the prospect that he had saved his burro from the flames in time for the cremation.

"Tell me, did the Eunuch's Disease cause Hipocondrio much pain in the end?"

"No! Don Pedro, you poor dear. Hipocondrio didn't have Eunuch's Disease at all. Apparently, all the animals, just like Guapo y Aislado, who ate the soybean sheathed carrots got allergic gaseous colic. The government, tonight, in an emergency measure, has banned its' further use."

"But gas doesn't kill. Why did Hipocondrio die?"

"Dr. Enferma told me that he was wearing a rubber glove that covered his entire sleeve up to his shoulder. He had only reached in up to his elbow to straighten out Hipocondrio's intestines to relieve the pressure, when Hipocondrio deciding that he had had enough treatment, bolted out of the hospital and on to the highway."

"But then why did he die?"

"Oh, Jefe Tienda's father-in-law was driving a truck and ran him over!"