It wasn't one thing that Jen's huge body tumbled onto, but three.
A group of three horses, their trainer looking on in shock from the house as Jen crashed down upon her three prize-winning shires, one light tan, one black, and one grey. As she got up, her huge hands took one of the horses' heads off, the other placing her head backwards on the sandy-maned, chestnut stallion. "It looks like this is the end," she sadly thought as she felt the other two horses' necks attach to the back of her head. She gazed up, barely able to move her head with the three less-than-flexible necks, facing in three different directions, no less, to see her former, towering body wandering back east, crowned by the three horses' heads She sighed, almost crying, as she felt a whole new slew of feelings pass through her three large bodies, feeling the earth shake slightly under her almost 10,000 lbs of weight.
Gazing out over her large, tan ass, she watched as her mass slowly thundered towards the sea, towards her (hopefully not permanent, she hoped) fate.