My sister has an ornery streak a mile wide. Plus, she knows everybody. Recently she noticed someone had dumped a hobby horse in a city park. Not letting this opportunity pass, she called the man responsible for the park.
“George, you’ve got a horse loose in XXXXX park”.
She waits as George goes into panic mode before telling him it is a hobby horse.
“Damn you, Colleen”, says a somewhat relieved George.
The karma train has left the station. That hobby horse will probably end up duct taped to the roof of her truck.