He’d land on the top of a snowy peak, sighing in annoyance from the whole “Fishing Pond” mess he had to deal with Whooo…He’d brush his quills back with his hand…Some people don’t know how to calm down. He’d then turn his head, noticing you Oh! Uhhh…’Ello! I think I know what you’re thinking so, before you ask…No. I’m not the guy.
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