It was a dark and cold New Years Eve. Snow was piling up on the bitter ground, and frost could be seen covering every window like a blanket. Funcy and Red were watching Heathers on the TV when a desperate knock could be heard from the door. Funcy rushed to open it, and outside were two distinct horses. "You invited us for a party, r-right?" Funcy, with a half-smile, said "It's not that kind of party." Horse and Dire Immediately ran inside and grabbed blankets and ear-plugs from the bathroom and builtAll Rights Reserved