Can’t Afford Tokyo

"Sraah felt on top of the world, nothing like a new horse to make your day feel sweet like a sugar donkey made of sweets. She was happy, chilling, doing her thing. She decided to get a bite to eat so naturally she got a table for two and the local diner. Both her and her horse sat at the table and ordered toast, Sraah ordered hers with extra butter. The horse just decided to have the average amount of butter unlike greedy Sraah. The horse thought there’s nothing like too much butter to spoil a good piece of toast. When contemplating if they should have a desert after their toast, maybe ice cream, maybe cake, a man stumbled into the store smelling of fresh newsprint. How peculiar thought the horse. He didn’t seem like the most normal of men I’ll be honest. Maybe it’s because he had four legs, I’m not one to judge but that isn’t the most normal of things. The man was wearing a brown Mack, not in an ‘I’m indie and should be in a band’ kind of Mack but more like ‘spare some change’ kind of Mack. Either way the guy was creepy and only ordered a Pancake sandwich. It’s a very specialist diner."-GOODNESS IN TOAST FORMAT-