Swatteam1013 stared at the potato in his hand. It was a nice light shade of brown, almost yellow. He rubbed his hands along the smooth, perfectly round surface. Pinkie wanted to eat this for dinner. How could you eat something as perfect as this? Suddenly, the potato slipped from Swat's grasp and fell to the floor with a soft thud. He cringed. It was almost as if he knew the pain the potato felt as it hit the hard kitchen floor. It was as if he and the potato were connected in some way or another.
Swat picked the potato up and felt it's surface again.
A bruise.
He had bruised the poor thing. He quickly gathered up some medical supplies and went to work. Very carefully, Swat wrapped the potato in gauze, all the while apologizing deeply to it. When he was finally finished, he stepped back and looked over his patient.
Wait a minute... This is a potato! It's not a living, breathing thing! Swat flung it onto a couch and the potato settled into a sort of sitting position. He stared at it for a while. What was he just feeling? It was sort of like the feeling he gets when he sees Pinkie Pie, but... different. When he looked at Pinkie Pie, he felt amazing. He loved everything about Pinkie Pie. To him, she was one perfect package all rolled into one, her craziness, her partiness, her laughter...ness, her happiness, that part of her mane that stuck out in front of her face, that bushy cotton candy like tail, the way she ate everything sugary in sight, her deafeningly cute puppy dog face, her cuteness in general, dat innocence, he loved it all! She was even a girl that could cook! Who'd be crazy enough to not want her!? But, this feeling... this feeling was a little different. There wasn't any special reason he felt this way in front of the potato. It looked, and acted, like a regular potato. But the simplicity of the vegetable just made it that much more beautiful in his eyes.
Finally, Swat found himself walking, almost hovering, over to the potato.
"Um, hi..." He said, feeling his face getting red. "Again, I'm so sorry for hurting you like that."
The potato sat, silent.
"If you need anything else, and I mean anything else, please, don't hesitate to ask." Without even realizing it, Swatteam had been sitting by the potato, getting closer and more comfortable with it. "Anything..." He stared at the potato, feeling that same feeling he had been feeling since he first laid his eyes on it.
And, somehow, he knew the potato could feel it too.