foal looking into the camera wearing a pink bowl on its head in the fashion of a whimsical hat showing off silly headwear behind the young horse there is a larger horse presumably its mother
Rain patters soft, a gentle drum, The mouse-folk gather, overcome By hunger's pangs, though skies are gray, Their picnic planned, can't wait a day. Beneath a fern, a cozy nook, A tablecloth, a giant's book. Crumbs of cake, a seedy treat, A clover feast, oh so sweet.
With friendships I have what I like to call “outdoor cat attachment style.” Some weeks u will see me a ton and other weeks u will not know if I’m dead or alive but don’t worry I still love u I will not forget u