Why Ebza’s don’t sell

Boy: I’d like the Ebza

Dad: What?

Boy: I’d like the Ebza please!

Dad: Oh! You mean the Zebra, you don’t want that

Boy: You said I could have what I wanted!

Dad: Yes, but it is just a bit of wood with lines painted on it

Boy: I love it!

Dad: but it doesn’t DO anything

Boy: It’s not supposed to do anything; it’s supposed to fire my imagination

Dad: Ok, what do you imagine doing with it when we get it home?

Boy: Sit it on my shelf

Dad: That’s not very imaginative

Boy: I haven’t got an imagination yet; I only have toys with batteries.

Dad: So how will the Ebza, I mean Zebra help?

Boy: Well, one day when I’m bored of defending the planet against alien invasion and I’m lying on my bed, I’ll look up at my Ebza, and realize I’m an explorer in Africa, I’ll take the Ebza down onto my duvet and I’ll be tracking it through the savannah scrub.

Dad: that’s a persuasive argument, but it hasn’t got a box, it doesn’t look much

Boy: I don’t want a box

Dad: But when we get home it’s got to LOOK good value for money

Boy: So it’s not really about it’s play value?

Dad: Down the road they’ve got these really good space guns that make loads of noises for the same price, and they come in a really big box! Your mum will go ‘Wow!’ when we bring that in

Boy: OK then
Boy: Bye Ebza