Unlike Maurice, Heather had a front-row seat to the emergence of Meth Horse from the disgusting duck-pond.

Fortunately for her, she was very good at keeping her balance when startled, and avoided taking a nosedive off of the monkey-bars when the kelpie surged onto solid ground, dripping and trailing weeds everywhere.

She did, however, stand there and gape, jaw open, for a solid minute before POINTING.

"Holy SHIT, Zilla, LOOK! An ENTIRE FUCKING HORSE just came out of that puddle!"