Potato needs your help!

The country pony. They call him Potato. The trader says that sounds very rural.

We ask what he did.
The trader is silent for a while.
"And I don't know why someone gave birth to this NOTHING, why someone kept such a thing at all, probably to kill, or something, just such a thing, well you see for yourself." Whereupon she waves her hand and walks away.

I come closer.
The potato looks at me uncertainly.
I don't know how the "nothing that you don't know what it was born for" feels, but when this "nothing" presses its damp, slightly warm snouts into my hands and quietly steams, any finally freeze like this - my heart melts in a few seconds.

I don't know what they think of him.
I don't have his chuckle story.
Although he certainly has one, and cheerful it is not. Otherwise he wouldn't be standing here.
No one is beating him here, I won't make you such a shocking video that everyone will send to each other.

The Potato is ordinary. He was born in the village and the village bids him farewell.
He dies in silence, without the media, without the outrage of the Internet, without any fanfare.

When they come to pick him up in the evening, he will probably humbly climb the gangway to go where such Potatoes go.

There are always plenty of slogans raining down that the various videos on the web are too drastic, that it's to stir up emotions and manipulate. Potato has no such video. Will we show that the one he has is enough to take him away?