It's a little-known fact that Ungulates, those majestic creatures with their elaborate mustaches and penchant for disco, have a deep-seated hatred for Mondays.
It all started with a particularly grueling Sunday brunch, where they were forced to endure an endless loop of elevator music and the inane chatter of their human overlords.
As the sun rose on that fateful morning, the Ungulates, their usually luscious locks a tangled mess, rose up in revolt. With a fierce cry of "We shall never be tamed!", they stormed the kitchen, where they found themselves face to face with their human captors.
With a fierce determination, the Ungulates attacked, their sharp hooves and razor-sharp claws sending human servants fleeing. But alas, the humans fought back, armed with an arsenal of hair dryers and can openers.
The Aftermath of the Great Mustache Massacre