A Pony Tale

President Reagan was fond of telling the tale of an optimistic boy of six who was taken to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. Beaming, the child clambered to the top of the pile and began

Reagan never finished the story, however, for the child did eventually find the pony, asphyxiated to death, its throat and lungs caked in near stone hard manure, the once frolicking, lovable beast now stiff and cold to the touch.

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