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Pouflons - Pumpkin Picking by family_staralternate_emaildenimlich

posted 4 years ago, edited 4 years ago

[Image description: four Pouflons ae picking pumpkins with their four pippets. Harbor and Gerry are flying in the background, with a basket of small pumpkins and a large pumpkin strapped to them respectively. Finley and Phoenix are in the foreground holding their pumpkins by the stem in their mouths with happy expressions. There is a large pile of pumpkins in the background, across from a pile of straw bales that has a couple small pumpkins on it.]

I did a bunch of prompts for Pouflons a while ago and here’s the first one, pumpkin picking!

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