- >you jump on the hype-bandwagon and decide to get a fluffy pony
- >it leaps with joy around its new home
- >"can i pway ball" it asks you
- >"sure" you reply
- >the fluffy pony tries to grab the ball
- >its mouth doesn't open that wide
- >it starts crying because it can't play ball
- >"hey...no come on, don't cry. we can play another game!" you say
- >"i want play with BALL!" it screams through its tears
- >it cries in a way that annoys you deeply
- >"stop crying! we'll play another game" you say sternly
- >"nooooo, BALL!" it continues
- >even after having it for only half an hour, you've had enough
- >you slightly calm down, maybe it is just a phase
- >you pick the pink fuzz ball up, and bring it indoors
- >three months later
- >you come home from work
- >you can't find 'fluffie puff' anywhere
- >you look out the window, the fluffy pony is lying dead in the garden, surrounded by a pool of blood
- >it couldn't play ball with you, so it decided to play ball with your dog
- >but it became the dog's ball
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