(In the post a comic about the hunts and about them a conversation took place)
XXX: these dwarf dwarfs in my country had to eat paint and solvent! I come - and there is an open bank of paint, and there is a happy green bark on the site. I caught him and ran to the veterinarian. The doctor shrugged over me, and said that I was cheering at the fact that the paint is toxic, he only repented a little, and he eats it in order to smash on needles and get rid of fleas and ticks. In the end, I dropped that shit where I got it. after a couple of days - a dozen green oaks (correl, frog, lead) were shot on the site, leading to a heart attack of the local alkasya. Then these spires also and the solvent somewhere overwhelmed, which is why the color of the herd began to resemble a spotty camouflage.