On the 6th day of flufftober, we look into a moment of sweetness in Honeydew’s otherwise miserable existence. John had decided to let her keep the worthless foal, if only to stop her from looping out.
well at least he’s smart enough to know that seeing as how he’s apparently too fucking dense to understand recessive colors (I’m not trying to be mean BTW)
He’s a terrible amateur breeder but he is a pro at torment, which is what attracted Billie in the first place… You know, until he turned that aggression on her.