Well, we can't leave Pony out of the festivities!
(though if I did a casting of A BARNYARD CHRISTMAS CAROL, Pony would excel in the role of Scrooge!) (Hey-that just gave me an idea for a wondrous story! Well, there goes house cleaning today!) :)
Clearly, all those years of begging Santa for a Pony paid off.
Pony arrived, via Farmer, and is still learning the ways of being a pony.
Santa has a funny sense of humor.
Farmer has a big heart.
Pony has a ways to go yet. He's wild as the north wind and will kick you just as soon as look at you.
But he's coming along and is able to be led with minor commands without going all Heigh-ho, Silver on me. (usually)
He talks quite a bit and answers frequently. I can only imagine what he's saying. :)
(*insert your own sarcastic pony comment here*)
He still won't take a snack. Of any kind. And his soul still seems all buried in confusion.
He's afraid to be loved. And a gypsy pony at heart.
Once again (my mantra) I wish he were in my back yard.
He's such a high stepping prancer! I picture him, one day, pulling a jaunty gypsy cart for the children.
If he doesn't eat them first.
Funny, animals, eh? All they need is love. (and sometimes a crash helmet for their owners!)
