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I had a dream that I was a pony... but I was a ponythat I can't quite describe.

I was a pony of shared experience, perhaps is the best way to put it. I was a pony who seemed to let all the other things about me, experience my existence. Rocks would spend half of the morning chuckling as they trotted about to and fro – bucking and jumping. I assure you that rocks are quite happy to enjoy such things, that while they may be normal and even boring for a pony, are indeed quite a treat for a flat smooth blue stone.

One time while in a café, the pony is said to have drank 14 cappuccinos and have 14 slices of carrot cake – it should be noted that 13 bunnies and a wise old toad lived together just down the lane and were heard making loud scrumptious smacking noises most of the very same morning.

It was all so funny and curious that after a while I myself began to wonder when I was the pony… was the sly old snoring cat, me? and where was the pony? Was he giving mass to a transfixed audience in the Vatican? Was he fighting a war? Tossing pizza dough to the delight of a bunch of small children… who we all know were really mischievous squirrels playing hooky from school?