Woolgatherers ponder worst case scenarios

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Oil shortages and high prices would mean radical lifestyle changes, they said. There would be an explosion of backyard gardens. That in itself would be a good thing, but more gardens would mean more demand for manure compost. Manure, of course, is malodorous. A superabundance of manure could condemn Lawrence to a reputation of being known primarily for its stench. An increase in the number of horses to replace gas-guzzling cars would add to the manure problem. Problems, problems, problems. How to mitigate the bad odor without subverting the virtues of subsistence gardening?

I trained my own woolgathering powers on the quandary. The simple solution, I reasoned, would be to kill all the horses, an expediency that would eliminate horse manure