A pony!

You look at him with bright wide-open eyes and say, "Ooh, ooh, I want a pony!" The rubber ducky squeaks at you and disappears. The next thing you know, a pony appears. It's a purple one. But that's good, because purple is your favorite color! The pony looks at you. You look at your pony. Then you realize what is wrong. Your pony doesn't have a name. What are you going to name it?

"Francis the Ill-footed Stallion"
"George W. Bush"
"Magrathea"


   





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