Ponies Concusion

The new colt, Patches, was a very pretty pony. Her coloring was nice and sharp, and her appearance was bright and vivacious. She seamed to always be moving or walking or jumping. One summer afternoon Patches was tethered on the lawn in the back yard while we were having a picnic lunch in the front yard. Our whole family was there, and we had some watermelon for dessert. Now we learned that our ponies liked the rind that is left. So I asked Roger who is about 5 years old to take some rinds over to Patches in the back. He carefully took a paper plate, and piled some rinds on it. He went to the back yard and placed the plate close enough so that the pony could reach it. Then he turned to leave. Patches was watching what he was doing, and when he turned around, she promptly spun around and kicked with her hind legs. She hit Roger perfectly in seat of his pants with both hoofs. Roger turned and in anger yelled, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."

Patches was a beautiful pony, but I could imagine that she would have to be tamed and trained. When anyone would come close to her, she would bare her teeth and be ready to bite. Also keeping two ponies fed was a major problem for me. Even getting enough water for both, plus cleaning up. I was not prepared for all the attention and work involved. I felt blessed and relieved that I was able to sell both ponies, because I was in a bad situation of trying to get a nice home for them. I really liked them, especially the little one.