"Wanna see something cool?" Roscoe asked.
"Define 'cool'," Llewelyn said.
Suddenly, Roscoe was gone, replaced by a jet-black horse with rippling wings.
"Holy cow!" Llewelyn shrieked, jumping back.
"Holy horse, actually," Roscoe said, human again.
He shrugged and gave a characteristic flip of his bangs.
Llewelyn found it hard to close her mouth. "H-how did you do that?"
"I can do half-and-half too," Roscoe said.
Llewelyn's blue eyes grew huge as her boyfriend's wings shot like weeds from his shoulder blades. The feathers were sloppy and bent, growing all over the place, but glossier than glass.
Roscoe flipped his bangs. "Intimidating, aren't I?"
"Happy Halloween?" Llewelyn asked weakly.
He shook his head. "I'm the real deal, baby."
Llewelyn fainted. When she came to, she was lying face-up in the pasture, so still that a small green lizard had settled between her breasts.
She leaped to her feet and got a major headrush.
"Ugh," she moaned.
A soft whicker nudged her ears.
She turned to see Roscoe, her black pony, trot towards her. "Hey, boy," she said. "I just had the weirdest dream."
Roscoe's eyes twinkled. He stared straight at her.
Then, he flipped his bangs.
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