It must be difficult for someone to get on the local news and admit they've been swindled out of their life savings. Now, imagine how it must be next to impossible for someone to get on the world wide web and concede they've flushed nearly the last 50 years of their life down the crapper chasing a non-existent, elusive golden pony. I wouldn't look for it to happen anytime soon.
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I've got a little Stowwwry for you.
It's kind of a parable, I guess, except it really happened.
When I was just a little whipper, I wanted to be a cowboy.
Maybe you did too. Lots of kids did back then.
More than anything, I wanted a Palomino pony.(That's that beautiful golden color you see in the movies.)
Trouble is, that's not too realistic for a kid in the inner city.
One day, as I was out front playing broomstick cowboy with the neighbor kid, I happened to look down toward the end of the block just in the nick of time to see something that was a beautiful golden color, turning the corner, moving away from us.
What do you suppose it was I saw?
Yep. You guessed it.
It was, of all things, a Palomino pony.
Just to be sure, I asked the neighbor if she had seen it too.
She was sure she had.
We grabbed our broomsticks and set out immediately, at a full gallop, in pursuit of that buckin' bronco.
There was no time to consider where we would keep it or what we would feed it.
We were on a mission.
We were so excited, we didn't even notice the houses that became a blur as we flew past them.
Huffing and puffing, we made it to the end of the street and turned the corner.
And there it was, our Palomino pony.
He was still on the run, though, and we only caught a glimpse of that magnificent yellow tail streaming in the wind as it turned the next corner at full speed.
We only paused long enough to catch a quick gulp of air as we both looked at each other in a knowing fashion.
We knew we had to continue the pursuit.
Off we went, gasping for air and straining to run just a little bit faster in an effort to gain some distance.
At last, we made it to the next corner.
Again, we only caught a glimpse of that golden tail and his rear hooves as he toyed with our chase as if it were a game.
The scenario repeated itself until we were back where we started and the pony we wanted so badly had vanished into thin air.
If you still believe The Way can make fantasy come true you'll spend forever grasping at thin air.