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There be Horseshit

Once upon a time there were two children of each existence and a sociological experiment.  There were two rooms and an hour of alone time that would establish the observable outcome of each. One child was put in a very large room filled with toys, games, and all the latest gizmos and gadgetries. The other child was put in a room of the same dimensions, only with piles and piles of horseshit stacked to the ceiling, and nothing else.  An hour passes. It was discovered then that the child spending the time in the room full of toys had quickly become bored and was glad to see them.  They opened the door and he was found sitting in weariness and wondering what to do next.  They open up door number two, and as the story goes, they found the child slinging the horse biscuits from side to side in complete happiness; they asked him why. He simply asked them to please close the door quickly, that there was a pony in that room somewhere, and he was going to find it and ride it out.  
 
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