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5743: Dire

Food Fight    Snowfall! Cold dots of angry winter thorns! Power mounds of the softest,, and the  COLDEST thing, that Crumble had ever had the misfortune to trample. She was a chunky thing, despite her lack of food in this colder winter weather. As much as It bit on those colder winter nights, This was the first winter the little sty calf had ever ...

It was a cold morning. The snow had fallen within the tree’s even more than the night before. The little Styracosaurus laid at the entrance of her little home. Constructed that of a hallowed bush, and moss and other small trinkets brought in to make it cozey. The flower decorations have died for the winter. But that didn't stop it from being home. The dark grey cow raised her head softly, a frost forming around her snout due to the cold. Her turquoise eyes, softly looking down at the two bu...