I'll bite. Just an FYI, I wrote this one just for funzies. Feel free to say no. :D

It was a bad day. The leather saddle creaked under Vixen's amble bottom. The poor pony she was ridding struggled under her weight. It's breath coming in wheezes. The pathetic beast wouldn't last much longer if she didn't give it another break. Though they could hardly afford it. Skinny Twig kept turning in his saddle craning his neck to see the road behind them. There was no one. But that just made Skinny Twiggy all that more nervous.

"Stop twitching about!" Vixen snapped at her companion. "Youse making me nervous." Vixen added in a scowl that made Skinny Twiggy shrink into his saddle.

"S'rry." He muttered. His mop like head bowed, not making eye contact. His wife huffed her displeasure and kicked at her pony. The overburdened creature gave a halfhearted attempt to move quicker before it just plain gave up. Vixen kicked it a few more times, but the animal refused to budge. Both husband and wife looked back over their shoulders.

"There's no hope for it." She declared. "Blast the Beast into the Underworld." Vixen cried as she wiggled off it, making a large production of it. "It was no good anyways. Barely worth making glue out of." 

When she turned to her husband, Skinny's eyes got wide. Surely she didn't mean to join him on his pony? They both would never fit. Even if the beast could support them both. As she advanced he shied his ride away.

"Now stop that you hear. Get your lanky butt off that Horse. Youse expect me to walk to Davenport?" She laughed. "Oi think not. Get'er off." She motioned. Skinny sighed and got down off the mangy creature and patted her head.

"S'rry love." He murmured before his wife climbed on. The horse protested as he turned his back on it. Vixen kicked the beast and the two lurched off. 

"Get a move on Twiggy! Youse donna want them to catch us do youse?"

Skinny sighed and followed after his wife.