The guttural, bubbling sound of turkeys - there must be hundreds judging by the multilayered swell of sound - gobbling in the morning cold draws the old stallions curiosity. He hesitates at the edge of the meadow, vivid and decidedly unpleasant memories flooding back to him of his last encounter with the thistles. He fidgets unhappily for a few minutes, unwilling to repeat the experience of pin-cushioning his genitals, but as the morning begins to brighten and other equid figures appear in the mist around the flock he finally plunges forward, legs hiking high with each step, his ears pinned threateningly as if his ire could intimidate the thorns into submission.

'What an impression you'll make, fancy pantsing in like this.' His companion teases from the safety of the stallions multiuse scarf, currently employed as a very soft and very warm python hammock. The black snorts in rebuke, silently threatening to toss his companion into the thicket with a mental image of the snake forlornly trying to navigate spiny branches thicker and longer than he is. The snake quiets, and after several more minutes of high stepping and half-hopping the stallion escapes the worst of the brambles.

He stops at the edge of the feathered commotion, watching the animals milling in every direction, their pungent odor hitting him like a physical wave. Nostrils pinched, he searches for the center of the action, wondering if this is simply a seasonal gathering of males and females for breeding purposes or if there's something less mundane and more magical about the sudden appearance of so many unusual animals.

'There.' The python notes, his tiny snout emerging just far enough from the safety of his cotton confines to flick his tongue and make use of the infrared pits along his jaw. Among the throng of oranges and yellows and reds moving steadily around the meadow sits one dazzling orb of white, its temperature far superior to that of the turkeys warm bodies. The stallions ears prick with interest. He steps up to the nearest gobbler, a big male with fanned tail and bright red skin dangling from his throat, and waggles his own beard in joking display. His companion chuckles silently, slipping back into the pocket of warmth at his bondeds chest.



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