... Finishing her tale, the hornmother smugly looks over the gathering as her sisters huddle - chilled with fear. Then she notices a weak tug at her rob. Her gaze drifts down to a smallharemhorn adorned with two blankets and a very LOUD coat. The haremhorn implores, "I'm cold." *KYAAAAAA* 2/2

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Comics and cartoon butts.