There once was a little girl and all she wanted was a pony. Mysteriously one day she got a pony, bam there it was, a pony. The pony was a little mean but she loved the pony anyways, but she was too irresponsible to take care of the pony. And the pony died. And the girl cried. And she still wanted a pony even though she killed the first one. She was in love with the idea of a pony. Anyway some dumb ass motherfucker gave her another pony. And this one was sweet and nice, and the girl knew if she kept the pony it would end up dying because she really didn't know how to take care of a pony and there was no one to teach her. So she decided she would give the pony away maybe some other little girl that was better than she was would be able to care for the pony, because she really liked this pony and didn't want to see anything bad happen to it.
The little girl's friends didn't like what she decided.
One told her that the pony was a actually a horse and could take care of itself so she should keep it, the little girl then reminded her that the pony may very well be a horse but he likes the little girl so much maybe he's forgotten how to think like a horse and it would be in his best interest to go to some other little girl.
And then her friend said "well maybe you should start out small you know with a fish or a gerbil, or something." and the little girl replied "You can dress a pony up like a goldfish, but he's still a pony. And someone has given me a pony."
The second friend said that maybe someone gave her the pony because they thought she had learned her lesson with the first pony, and she would take better care of this one. But you see it's not that the little girl doesn't want to take care of the pony. She wishes she knew how to take care of the pony, she just knows she's not capable of taking care of the pony.
And what will the third friend say? don't know have written that part yet.
But I'm not keeping the pony.