IF I WERE TEN FEET TALL ☆ o, ice fishing

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the cold was not too often an issue to cottontail. with insulated fur made for freezing temperatures and seasonal shedding or the warming climates, they never seemed to have much of an issue. they felt bad for their friends of course. often times they wondered the 'how's' and 'why's' for their natural makeup. winter's occurred almost everywhere, how did they not all develop the same coat type they had? a bit too philosophical at times for their own good, questions like these often hurt their head after a while.

in one of their many outings for foraging they came across the harbinger. curious, they approached the edge with the other. "are you fishing? i can help if you need it?" they pulled down the hood of their cloak with a smile. "i'm a decent swimmer. hunting in the water isn't anything new to me. i could herd them over to you, and you can catch them!"

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