“Buddy’s basically just like a horse,” I said, ignoring the glare my reindeer gave me as I patted his neck. He might not have been a talking reindeer, but he communicated his moods well enough with his grunts and glares. “He just wants attention. And some snacks.” I pulled a carrot from the treat box hanging on the wall and held it out to Ivy, who was still running her fingertips over his nose. “Want to feed him?”
So you telling meTheo owns a freaking reindeer oh he's gotta be Santa's son. or somewhat related to him. 💀
