You know something?
All my life I only wanted one thing. I worked, slaved and suffered so that in my old age, I could have the pony ma would never buy me as a child.
It was a lonely childhood. Just me and my picture of the pony I imagined I would some day have. I took it everywhere. To school, to campouts, and later, had it framed on my office wall.
Now, as I am getting old and already am feeble, I find myself at a point in my life where I can, at long last, have the pony I was selfishly denied. The dream of pony that brought happiness to a lonely child.
And you cooked it.
/johnny