Something is wrong.
A toy I was told I couldn't have has come back.
It is very pretty.
Why can't I play with it?
It's telling the others the truth.
They musn't know the truth.
I know this, because they told me so.
The pretty toy is sad.
But it is not my toy. It doesn't belong to anyone at all.
So why can't I just have it?
They say I can't.