“I am NOT a caravan!” BaBo-Cha snapped. “I am a VAN! Goodness knows how many bleetin’ livers and humo’s have called me one!”

“Humo’s? Is that slang for humans?” Athoris asked.

“Yeah, kinda’,” BaBo-Cha replied. “But… Hey, don’t you change the topic!”

“But you do look like a caravan! I mean, you could have a refit and be a motorhome! Then you could charge people to stay in you!” Athoris cheekily suggested.

BaBo-Cha grunted and stomped in his front left tyre in reply. Athoris then stamped her front right tyre and huffed in response.

“That was a wussy stomp,” BaBo-Cha chuckled. “If you really wanna do it, you wanna whack it down like this!” He raised his front right tyre high and slammed it to the ground with a loud smack of rubber echoing around the cave.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t do that in here. Yah’ got a bigger chance of bursting the thing!” Athoris said, looking down at the sharp and pointy rocks beneath her tyres.

“Eh, yeah, actually, you got a point there,” BaBo-Cha said, and tucked the tyre back into its wheel arch.
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Illustration and text extract from Chillwind story 'Let it Not Snow', which can be read by following this link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33851202/
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