Glenn's heart plummeted into his stomach as he heard (or more felt, really) Ethan's declaration. Shit shit shit, was all he could manage to think. His fate was sealed.
"SORRY GLENN, IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL," Glenn numbly registered the colossal equine rumble. "BUSINESS IS BUSINESS, AND YOU KNOW HOW THAT WORKS. LET'S JUST SAY YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY GET YOUR RETURN ON INVESTMENT FOR THIS VENTURE,"
But the raccoon was already off and running, scrambling towards the back door to his home in a desperate bid for escape. If Ethan kept monologuing in the way he was, maybe he stood a chance. Vaulting over the living room couch, Glenn shot towards the door, practically kicking it open in his haste.
Running out into the warm night air, Glenn crossed his yard as quickly as he possibly could, scrambling over the fence and hitting the pavement hard. His heart rushing, the raccoon kept running, following the road on the other side of his backyard away from the horse who towered over his house and the rest of the neighborhood. As Ethan began to speak again, Glenn had to resist the urge to look back. Every millisecond was precious.
"WELL, SORRY GLENN, BUT I GOTTA DO WHAT I GOTTA DO," Ethan boomed. "ONTO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS. MOSTLY BIGGER,"
The enormous wall of Ethan's hoof came down, obliterating Glenn's home effortlessly. Losing his footing, Glenn threw himself to the side, taking whatever cover he could behind a blue metal mail drop-off box as a shockwave of rubble and earth rushed outwards toward him.
*****
Grinning down from a thousand feet above the earth, Ethan raised his hoof to admire his handiwork. Bet you didn't think you'd soon be able to level a house without breaking a sweat when you woke up this morning, the titanic stallion thought with a smirk. He lifted his eyes upward. The world was his oyster, and he was going to crack it.
Meanwhile, Glenn...