The carriage industry is highly regulated by the city, only allowing a certain amount of carriages at once and keeping track of which carriages are in what area at any given time. Of course having a city full of roaming horses has certain repercussions.
Horses urinate and defecate in large overwhelming amounts.
So, what prevents the beautiful city of Charleston, the Paris of the South, from becoming one big horse toilet.
This man:
When a horse does its business in the street the carriage driver tosses a special horse grenade that marks the soiled spot in the street.
All day our hero roams the street of Charleston chasing down these foul grenades. Power washing the filth away with the intensity in his eyes of a thousand burning fires.
I bet that horses haunt his dreams.
I would like to take my hat off to our nameless hero. Thank you sir. Thank you for preventing one of the most beautiful cities in the world from becoming a dystopian hellscape of horse leavings.
The Carpetbagger
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