|Supporting Cookie through the trauma of mane pulling.|
I'd like to begin a dialogue with you on this whole hair obsession you have. Or rather, this need of yours to make sure I have none.
Let me make sure this is clear to you: I grow a long coat in order to stay warm. You may have noticed that temperatures have been hovering in the teens recently? When you use the buzzy thing to remove all my hair, I am no longer warm. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to render me naked, and then apply layer upon layer of claustrophobia-inducing artificial warmth and the irksome strappy things that hold them on. You might think I look like the cute kid from A Christmas Story, whomever that may be, but I think I look uncomfortable and annoyed.
You and your kind are supposed to be the life form capable of higher reasoning. Based on the behavior mentioned above, I'd have to question if you are really using this ability.
|What's wrong with the Po-Po Fro?|
Mom, I love you, but I respectfully suggest you are not fully making use of this supposedly superior human brainpower you have.
PS. The pony agrees with me.
aka The Sainted Mare