Now I've coloured it, I'm aware of that horse's resemblance to Scooby Doo.
I met Scooby once - well, sort of. It was in New York - there used to be this amazing WB store on 5th Avenue - I was on holiday there at Christmas in 1998. Scoobs had obviously fallen on hard times and was playing Santa on the third floor. Sad. We didn't speak - just nodded. I'm really glad he's doing ok these days.
I love women with neat dark bobbed hair ... and blood on their hands.
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