[King of Crows]

I got a pony a long, long time ago. When we got him, he was starving, shy of humans, and very clearly had been abused. We were atleast the third home he'd come to. His name is Mr. Jingles, and I absolutly love him, he's too small for em to ride now, but he's still my friend. Like me, he's afraid of needles *shudder*...and blah blah blah.

I saw these lovley lines and just had to color them in as Jingles...so no, they are not my lines. It's my pony though