Victorian Cut-out Theatre – Occupational Hazards


(lively marching music) (sophisticated classical music) – And by the time the fire
department had gotten there the orphanage had almost
completely burned to cinder. – Oh my, what did you do? – Well they hadn’t paid
their insurance in months, so there wasn’t much I could do, aside from gather the
ashes into a cookie tin and pour it down the drain. – No I suppose not. And what do you do, Mr. Filkins? – Well Ms. Landry, I… strangle horses. – Beg your pardon? – Professionally, I mean. Someone has to do it, right? – You… strangle horses? With your bare hands? – More of the arms really. An average human hand
can only stretch so far, so you basically form
a noose with your arms and leverage your body
weight against the horse. This service can take
several hours to complete. – Dare I ask, why do you strangle horses? – It really is the only way to dispose of a proud and graceful animal when they become too ill to continue. Why I’ve even had horses
thank me for sending them off to the next world. – Thank you? – Indeed. Well they don’t speak, you understand, but they communicate with their eyes. It’s an almost spiritual connection you develop after years
of strangling the life out of equines. – Do you perform your service
on other beasts of burden, or just… horses? – I have gone to work
on a friends Holstein, and a reindeer once, but that was a personal matter. One of these days, I’d
really like to try my hands, or arms rather, at an American Bison. I bet they take days
to dispose of properly. – (throat clearing) – Oh dear. – Come along Ms. Boots, let us find less brutal company. – Well that was awkward. – You’ll have to excuse
Mr. Gregory, Mr. Filkins. – Completely understandable. Some people can’t bare the thought of a loved one passing. Especially after hours of suffocation at the hands of a well-paid stranger. (sophisticated classical music) (thunder, growling noises)

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