You were a petite, athletic boy who had finally been taken in by his rich master. They finally gave you the houses and the cars and the milk, but more importantly the keys needed to be delivered. But you showed up at his house and the maid said it was your birthday. Today I choose gold Christmas ribbon bunny-eared around both wrists, white socks with grey heels, black and white saddle shoes, and my inside-out red and green riding hood with the hood up. And Mickey Mouse gloves.
