[WHOA THERE, LITTLE HORSE. Bitty-brain? Tiny?! Them's fightin' words! Or at least very rude words. Perona pulls her hands back from her petting and poking, looking aghast, then her face screws up and she puffs up her cheeks, stomping one little foot hard in the snow.]
I'm not tiny! And my brain's not bitty! You're mean! And you're not cute anymore, either! Not cute at all! [SO THERE.]
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I'm not tiny! And my brain's not bitty! You're mean! And you're not cute anymore, either! Not cute at all! [SO THERE.]