Today's OneWord: Pony

Max was the only little boy in school who wanted a pony. He wanted to brush it, groom it, even braid its mane with ribbons and flowers. Max's father didn't like the idea at all, and for Christmas he got him a BB gun and plenty of G.I. Joe action figures.

"I don't want those," Max had bawled, such a tiny boy amidst all the wrapping paper.

"You do want them," his father had replied, nostrils flaring. "You want them and you like them!"

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