Impossible!

That a plain yellow pumpkin would become a golden carriage. Impossible!

My iPod broke over a month ago--realdeal broke this time. I took it to Jim, iPod genius; I plugged it into every computer and wall I knew; I finally buried it mournfully in my desk drawer. RIP iPod.

Why did I not tell you? Perhaps it was too much for me to bear, and saying it aloud on my blof would only make it definite. So I kept it to myself. I carried my silent burden all over campus (I am not one to be loud when annoying things happen and I am alone...example: last week a glass bottle of spaghetti sauce fell from the Suburban and shattered, spraying sauce all over my leather/suedey shoes and jeans. I didn't say a word. I didn't make a peep. ('I don't want to hear one more poop out of you!' 'He means peep.')) And I was actually starting to get used to the silence. I started noticing people around me and I remembered my love of campus eavesdropping.

Then today, for who knows what reason, I dug through my drawer and found my old iPod. I tried starting it, resetting it, and rubbing it with love. Nothing. One of those bad pictures with a frowning iPod face. I tossed my poddy in my bag and went to school, thinking I would take it to the apple store and see if it could be reloaded (all music erased, etc.). Just now, I reached into my bag for my phone and I saw a light--No! It could not be my faithful resurrection pod that has come back to me after so many scares. In fact, my iPod is now working after a month and a half of darkness in my drawer.

Riddle me that.