(Perhaps, dear Jenny, you were saying, "Enough, already, with the darn pony... let's get this over with?!)
“Papa! Oh, papa! You got him,” a young girl squealed in delight, interrupting him. She threw her tiny arms around his thigh, hugging him, and sobbing in relief.
“So, you must buy this pony?” the man asked, a twinkle showing in his eye!
“But...but I thought you were the kill buyer,” she spluttered. “I had to save this pony.”
The man guffawed. “Lady, you got me all wrong.” he continued, “I consider it my place on earth to out bid the devil whenever I can.”