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You know the old Christmasmorning story: A child finds that Santa has left him or her an enormous pile of manure. Under the tree somehow, I don’t know—but here’s the moral: The child, being an optimist, is delighted. Because “there must be a pony here somewhere.”
Me, I don’t need a pony. But if Santa brought me one, my eyes would light up. Because must be some manure around here somewhere.
