I found
this when I was visiting Red and Cavort at Whinny Hill Farm last week.
He stands maybe three feet tall at the whithers. He came over to see who I was at the fence.
Pretty soon, mama joined him to see if I had any goodies. I didn't.
But that's ok, because apparently my fingers smelled pretty good.
So I came home and asked my husband if I could have a pony.
He just looked at me like I was insane; as if I don't have enough "ponies" around to keep me happy.
So, I don't think I'll be getting a pony anytime soon.
But a girl can dream.............
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