Requesting a better reference drawing for my poitou (very fluffy/shaggy) donkey """knight""".

She has no idea what a knight, or a crusader, or a Europe is, as all such things belong to a prehistoric age, but data and the dissemination thereof is a fundamental aspect of the world, always cropping back up in some shape or form. Presently, her relatively isolated village is being hit hard with visions of knight films, and it has become her personal reason for being. So, she grabs whatever trash and brush she can find, pretends it's weapons and armor, and acts like a chivalrous Ye Olde English-speaking spaz all the day long with no particular goal.

You can give her more chainlink mail/miscellaneous trash armor if you want. Her home's like a forest landlocked by an industrial zone.