The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
It looks like Mitt might have to send Rafalca to the knacker. Oh well, dogs have to eat too. By his own admission, horses and dressage are Ann’s thing, not his. Carving up losers and selling the remains for profit is his thing. Mitt will find a way to make money on the deal. Expect Bain Capital to take a hard look at Purina Dog Chow and Elmer’s Glue.
Wait, Mitt is the knacker: