Little Pony - Big Problem

Anyone who owns a horse or pony knows thatignored us all and munched happily at the lush
acquiring the equine is just the start of yourgrass. Suddenly his ears pricked and his nostrils
problems! Take Ben, for instance. Ben arrived inflared. He'd scented Kerry Dancer. Rearing up with
the village with my sister who had just come toa stallion-like screech he set off over the green at
live on the hilltop on the opposite side of oura flat out gallop. We were all completely taken by
14-acre goose green to my own cottage. Theysurprise. My sister hung on to the lunge rein for
say that size isn't everything, and my sister'sthe first 30 feet or so down the hill ending up on
Shetland pony proved the point. He, Ben,her backside in the middle of the stream before
measured all of 36 inches to the withers (theshe finally gave up and let go. Released from her
highest point of his shoulders), but in his mind heannoying encumbrance Ben's speed increased.
was as big as a Thoroughbred horse with thePeople scattered right left and centre as he set
courage of a lion. He also liked mares. The factout to prove that the shortest distance between
that most of them were considerably larger thantwo points was a straight line. As the risk of being
he was just didn't enter into it as far as he wastrampled to death passed most of them joined in
concerned. As soon as one came into view hethe growing crowd chasing after the miscreant.
would start snorting, stamping and showing off,From Kerry's point of view the approaching
galloping up and down behind the fence as theystampede must have been a hair-raising sight.
passed. When they looked down their noses atFirst was Ben, closely followed by a mini-pick-up, a
him and walked on he obviously thought it wascouple of motorbikes, several push bikes, a gaggle
their loss. That was until he got his come-uppanceof people on foot, three sheepdogs, a terrier, a
from my palomino pony. It was a nice summer'sLabrador, an English setter, me, and my sister,
day. Bees buzzed, birds sang, and my sistersodden from the waist down. What else could any
decided to take Ben for a bit of road work. Asself-respecting filly do? As Ben screeched to a
usual in the holiday season the village green washalt in front of her she swung round and planted
swarming with holidaymakers, some playingtwo hind feet fair and square in his chest. Ben
games, some enjoying picnics and some justwas unhurt but devastated to find that, having at
sitting. A couple of local lads were playing roundlast encountered a filly with no intervening fence
on motorcycles and one young man was washingto get in his way, his attentions were not wanted.
some mud off a pick-up down by the stream. IRejection hit him hard. Head down, tail drooping he
took my palomino filly, Kerry Dancer, out of theturned and plodded back across the green - small,
stable and tethered her on the hill in front of mypathetic and almost lost in the crowd of erstwhile
house then walked over the green to join mypursuers. Ben's depression didn't last long. See
sister who had stopped to let some admirersbelow to find out more about his further
have a closer look at the little chestnut pony. Benadventures.