For whatever reason the colt named Cole Sear has an enclosure all to himself by order of the shelter Director. Most fluffies would find this solitude a cruel and unusual punishment worse than the worstest hurties but you almost never see the fluffy without a beaming smile.
Cole Sear appears to have quite the active imagination, having loud conversations with his imaginary friends. Occasionally you can hear him crying from the stories he’s made up in his head; it’s recommended that you smile and nod if he tells you a morbid tale as the brief bouts of depression pass quickly.
it’s a clever idea 