"Handful of folks got...well I wouldn't call them owned, really," he says, as they move to walk to the store room and he grabs a bucket and scoop. "A few beasts don't take shelter indoors, durin' the winter. Unicorns, actually."

Doc fills the bucket with a good amount of feed.

"One a'them gets groomin' help occasionally, she'll hang 'round and let you know..."