>Walking home after a long day at work.
>as you pass by an alley you hear the clatter of a trash-can falling to the ground and decide to investigate.
>Moving into the Narrow alley you stumble upon a fluffy pony whom is now searching the refuse for any signs of food.
>Judging by the collar around its fluffy neck  it's either a runaway or abandoned.
>As you lift the can back up the fluffy finally notices you.
>"Pwease gif nummies?" turning away from the small pile of garbage it was going through the fluffy hugs onto your leg shivering."fwuffie hungwy an cowd"
>it sickens you to see situations like this.
>shaking your head and picking up the fluffy whom begins to laugh with joy.
>"Ya fwuffie haf nummies!" it practically screams.
>His laughs become cries of confusion  as you toss him into the Garbage.
>"What dadee do-" is all he gets out before you place the lid back onto the can and put a few nearby bricks on it to make sure it does not fall over again.
>Walking back out of the alley you scowl and resume your walk home.
>Why couldn't people put their trash in the cans and not besides them?