"Nopony, I'm hungry." Scootaloo complained.
"Here, have a PB&J sandwich." He offered.
"I don't want a PB&J sandwich."
Slowly, Nopony turned his head towards Scootaloo, lowered himself to her eye level, and leaned in close.
"Name me a fool who bit into a PB&J and didn't feel a warm glow on the inside." He whispered.
Scootaloo quietly took the sandwich.
She didn't know any fools.