I remember being confused as a kid about “canning”. We purchased food from the grocery store, sometimes it came in a can, sometimes it came in a jar. But for some reason when you picked stuff from your garden and sealed it up in a jar it was called canning. But then when we would do it with cucumbers it was now called “pickling”. Make up your minds you crazy adults.
Aww… If she’s just going to dissect it, it doesn’t have to be a live pony. I wonder how much a pony cadaver would cost.
That made my day. A very good start to it now.
Talk about beating a dead horse!
Reminded me of a film I watched recently:
“She has to go to bed earlier because of her unplanned surgery”
“She had surgery? Is she okay?”
“THIS was her surgery” *holds up cut up animal taped to a piece of card*
Reminds me of a quote from Stephen King:
“I have the heart of a small boy…it sits in a jar on top of my desk “
Reminds me of a line from Grim Fandango.
“How do you *do* this?”
“Without becoming jaded, you mean? The secret to my success is that I have the heart of a twelve-year-old boy. I keep it over here in a jar. Would you like to see?”
“No!”
“Heh. Sorry. Old coroner joke.”
Imagine what that little girl would say if she actually got her pony.
“Daddy, look! I’ve got a ponytail!”
Noooooooooo!
That’s right; look what happened to the poor dog!