Triumph!

A story in icons:


















And here is the trophy of my triumph! Not set of antlers or sharpened fangs for me, no sir! Here we see my friend Casey (Try and guess his gender! I mean their! I mean... dammit!) holding a token of my success, the tail of the seedling eating monstrosity itself. (I have in fact a picture of said bun but nobody wants to see dead animals. Look at the fluffy!)

I shall make a keychain from it.