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My Little Pony comes running to see me.
I'm not done ragging on Paris yet. Okay, here's something I really enjoyed. At Versailles, at the sweet little farm that Marie Antoinette built, I saw this little pony. When he noticed me at the fence, he came running toward me, as if I were a long lost friend. We shared a little love by the fence, then a man came out with a plate of raw veggies for the rabbits and chickens, and he raced over to the man, as if he were a long lost friend. He probably was, but he shooed the pony away and put the food in the large rabbit pen.
Then a couple with a baby stopped by the fence, and my little pony raced over to them, as if they were long lost friends. You get the picture.
Here's another one:
He's actually Marie Antoinette's little pony, but she's not around to claim him.
