I want a pony.

I want a pony. They're so like, squishy. -pokes- But no, they all tell me the same thing.
"Where would you put it?"
"What would you name it?"
or even worse:
"You don't even know what a pony is."
So what if it's all true? IT DOESN'T MATTER. Is it so wrong for a young child to want a squishy animal pony-like thing to be his or her companion?
What's wrong with this world?
Why can't we determine the next Bambi?
What should I eat for breakfast tomorrow?
Why am I asking these questions?
and most importantly:
Why, reader, can't I have a pony?

Meh. :P

Le Dinosaur

I miss you...
Why did you have to die?
It was all so sudden.
I've never met you, but I still wanted to.
Any of you.
What was it?
Was it really a collision?
Come back.
They say you were inhumane.
Did you eat people?
I want to know.
Why were you like?
What was your favorite color?
Did you know you were going to die?
Why couldn't you survive?
I miss you...