I seriously do not understand how things like this end up being donated to the thrift store. I mean, I get that people die, and their families don’t want to keep their stuff. But didn’t anyone look at this fanciful little lavender pony and fall in love?
I mean, what part of him failed to completely captivate the ogre who carried this box to the donation center? Was it his 4-inch height? His shiny lavender body?
His magenta mane?
His curly rolled tail, or the little indented “buttons” on his chest and rump?
Well, no matter – I for one am completely smitten. He might even be magic!
