In my never-ending quest to get my daughter wound up, here’s the newest story that earned the Child Harbat Scowl of Disapproval:
Once upon a time there was a pony named Sparkles. She had sparkles on her hooves, sparkles on her mane, and even sparkles in her tail. She also had sparkles in her eyes, on her eyelashes, in her nose, and filling her lungs.
“My word, aren’t you lovely?” said everyone.
Sparkles replied: [cough]
Now go to sleep, I mean it!