I have a story to tell.
One day, a young man went to a flea market. He wandered around, and picked out an old dvd to buy. The whole trip lasted a few minutes, but eventually he and his family got bored and left. And that was it.
Or was it?
As the car pulls away, he leans his head towards the window. He feels as if a small tear runs down his cheek, and sorrow fills his heart. Slowly moving out of reach was a McDonald's Fluttershy toy, which he could have bought, but didn't.
True story.