Six-year-old Johnny longed for, prayed and dreamed about getting a pony for his birthday. In his eyes, he truly NEEDED a pony. Uncle Jim knew all about Johnny’s dream. But he also was very aware of the prohibitive cost. Being a realist, he despised the weak, hopeful attitude of his nephew. So he set about teaching Johnny a lesson not to be forgotten.

Bright and early the morning of his birthday, little Johnny excitedly ran out the back door – only to find a huge pile of horse dung dumped on the lawn. Strangely unaffected and with a huge grin on his face, he began to dig through the stinking me...