Kol came into his sister's room, small latex 'gloves' lay on his hooves, and a small apron wrapped around his muscly mid-section. Barely fitting the stallion's massive frame rather whimsically. He peered down at the chest, it was below the 'elbows' in his fore-hooves. He simply pushed his swollen in-comparison hoof to it; the clicks of the lock mechanism opening, and the chest swooping wide open.
He pat his sister's hair and galloped back downstairs.




