Another Monday Morning
Conveniently you had remembered to carry a jar of Jiffy in your back pocket before traveling back in time. You reach in with two fingers and scoop up a handful of luscious peanut butter and feed it to the first horse in line, who consumes it greedily.
The man in the chariot looks quizzical and asks you what that substance could be. You:
The man in the chariot looks quizzical and asks you what that substance could be. You: