MmmMmm, dat flank and smirk, he so ogled the mare as she walked away, licking his chomps, he suddenly felt hungry again. With that image of her plot in his mind, he contently walked home, not caring that the rain hit him.
"I'm singing in the rain~ Just singing in the rain. What a wonderful image I was left with today~" He hummed to himself as he went home.
"Really? A cat? You'd had better had meant at least a big wild cat," She furrowed her brows.
"Sometime we fae wear socks. It must be a pony influence. Like books." said Lochbed.
"Oh, what about you, do wear socks or like to read books?" He inquired.