Magic Goat | A Horse is a Horse!

What follows is the tragic tale of one of the most cherished animals on earth: A plastic pony. If you are faint of heart or have a special love for miniature animal replicas, please take caution as you read this heart-rending tale about the life of my tiny fake horse.

This last Christmas, a friend of mine gave me what I have always wanted. A pony! Okay, it may not be a real pony but it's exactly like a real pony. Except for the fact that it's 5 inches tall, made entirely of plastic and has pink glittery hair.

The box informed me that my ponys favorite thing to do is have a picnic in Pony Park. Since I do not know where Pony Park is located, I placed my pony on my desk, next to my cup shaped like the Kool-Aid guy. They quickly became friends.

He lived there happily as time passed until one day I discovered that my ponys foot contained a magnet. This immediately opened up my ponys life to all kinds of useful and exciting activities. He moved from my desk, to the refrigerator, where he held important messages and my artwork from 3rd grade.

After a while I realized that my ponys magnetic powers would enable him to act as the worlds coolest hood ornament. I immediately attached him to my car and we went for a drive through the countryside where he used to run free, before he was captured and sold by the evil pony trading company.

Things were going so well between the two of us that I decided to splurge on an accessory item, the "My little Feedbag." My pony seemed to really enjoy it when I filled it with oats. He enjoyed it less when I filled it with mashed potatoes.