The mini-plastic horse sat quietly enjoying his view of the river. Perched upon his plastic chair he was in deep contemplation about the world's financial crisis. That's when it struck him out of nowhere and without warning. His world went blind in pain. His vision was of spinning sky and earth as he tumbled violently out of control.
... His nemesis waits for him. Somewhere over kandal province the red-plastic horse shall return to his plastic chair.
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