You are terrified as the cowboy leans towards your hind end with the knife gleaming in the sun. 'Oh please, Genie! Don't let them do this to me! I did not mean to insult you in any way!'
The cowboy hefts your testicles. "Too bad. He's really a nice-looking animal. Oh, well. Guess we're having prarie oysters tonight!"
Cold dread fills your heart and you brace yourself for the pain of gelding. I'll do anything, Genie! Please save me!
Just as the edge of the knife touches the base of your scrotum...