Thanks to the wonders of food from a certain dragon of questionable sanity, Tolstoy has finally been fattened up to a proper winter weight. Ahh, the wonders of Birthday stuffings eh? :D He may want to find a bigger cave to sleep off the season in however... All the rest seem to have gotten rather small.

I'm not overly happy with this one, but 'tis what I'm able to do. ^^() So, huzzah and all that. Happy B-day Tol!