Profit
It is a little-known law of the cosmos, and one frequently ignored by animals who ought to know better, that if you invite a monster into your garden to settle a dispute with your neighbour, the monster rarely leaves when the dispute is finished. In fact, it usually stays, builds a conservatory, and renames the garden after itself. The Horse, who lived in an olive grove that had belonged to his family for three hundred years, had a problem. His neighbour, the Stag, kept grazing on his grass. It was a minor, stubborn disagreement over borders, the sort of thing that ought to have been settled over tea, or at least a long, tedious meeting of the Local Meadow Board. Instead, the Horse went looking for an ally. He found the Man. The Man was sitting on a crate, polishing a very shiny, very expensive rifle, and wearing a coat tailored in a distant, wealthy capital acro...