"Hullo, there. Won't you come play with me, please? Oh. You're too big. Sigh. Yeah, they all say that. Kids grow up too fast. And here I am, stuck to this spring, doomed to eternally flip back and forth, or occasionally sideways, but never as much as an inch off my axis. Kids, they run off, play with the other toys, and go home when it gets dark or when it rains. But I cannot. I wish I could run away too. Just once, I'd like to feel the grass under my hooves. But then I don't have hooves either. I only have this foot rest, with no feet resting on it.