Ah, those youthful days of girlhood yore, playing with your stable of hot pink & electric purple My Little Ponies (one even had mini roller skates for its feet!!! OMG!!!) Good times, great oldies.
But some little girls, it seems, were fancier than others (namely, than me and my ratty trailer park plastic dwarf equines). Some of us had a real, honest to goodness flesh and blood pony to comb, love, and feed sugar cubes to. Maybe a bit too many sugar cubes...maybe that little pony was diabetic.
Not only does this kid have (or, as it were, used to have) a pony, she has a MacBook to edit this corny, slightly unsettling tribute to and a highly adult appreciation of The Celine Dion. Some scions have all the luck!
What's that you say? Am I aware that I am going straight to H-E-double-hockey-sticks for mocking a rich child's deceased status pet? Indeed, I am. See you all there!
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