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Here’s an ending for Selfish choises 10, but a hugboxish one this time 
Commissioned by @Kuffy49 !
This foal can keep a good attitude even when the smarty or passersby are mean to him. After many failed attempts by customers to grab him he had an idea! He loves playing with the ball so much and maybe if he holds onto it he can finally have a “nyu daddeh.” One day the right circumstances line up: a master claw gamer shows up and it’s the foals turn with the ball. The excited face of a young boy peers through the glass in anticipation as his father’s triumph. With expert skill his father grabs the foal clinging to the ball and drops him in the chute. The foal clings on for dear life squeezing his eyes shut and muttering “s-scawy. nu huwties pwease” but keeping his ever-present positive attitude. The drop into the prize claim hurts and the foal can’t help letting out a little bad peepee, but other than a bruised rump he and the ball make it just fine. The metal cover scrapes open and a hand reaches in. Finally free the foal looks up at his new owner, a boy of six with a broad smile across his face.
The foal is given the name “Buster.” Buster is never far from his ball and always tries to carry it with him, even to the litterbox! His owner plays with him often and doesn’t seem to notice or care that the foal never grows larger. In fact he takes advantage of it. Every Friday the family has game night and invites Buster to run around on the table to help move game pieces around and bring cards to the players. He even sings little songs while he runs about, never losing his love for music. Buster loves his new life and always looks forward to “gamesies wif daddeh” and the sketti that follows.
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