As Slim starts to ride away, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother appears with a scattering of sawdust, gives him a kick, then another one, then aims her foot at his horse's rear, then thinks better of it it. "Naw," she says, "the horse didn't do anything wrong."
But with a stern look, she waves her newly refurbished wand and some squirmy, wriggling things are put in Slim's boots.