My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
~ Pablo Neruda
- - - - -"Hm," thought the horse. "Again today no one purchased me."
No one purchased the horse because of his boring thoughts. If only they had looked beyond those thoughts and appreciated his horse sense. Then he would have been purchased immediately. Except that his mane was weird and people who purchase carousel horses don't always look beyond appearances.
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