This felt a bit like someone gushing over seeing a German Shepherd in a Wal-Mart after they met a blind person there
But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the boy clambered to the top of the manure pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. "What do you think you're doing?" the psychiatrist asked. "With all this manure," the little boy replied, beaming, "there must be a pony in here somewhere!"
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