The equine expired. Its bones lay there in the punishing glare of the sun, attacked by scavengers until there was nothing left but a few shards of glittering white calcium-like material. At that point, said material succumbed to the inevitable and turned to dust, blowing away into the great beyond.
Instead of continuing to try to beat the poor beast, why not revel in what we're seeing right now? An emergence of Harry Giles as a player to be reckoned with.
If you want to continue to blame Vlade, please use the thread devoted to his evisceration
HERE
If you want to continue to whine about the failure of the Kings to pick up Giles' option, there's already a long thread about it
HERE.