When I moved to Harford I inherited a small pony - very small pony - named -well no one was really quite sure. When I say inherited I mean basically that she was left behind - aside from a comment thrown over the shoulder of the elderly son in law of the previous even more elderly owner - which was something along the lines of "watch out for that pony - she is the devil".
oh great. And she was a little devilish, a little hard to catch, a little hard to worm, a little dangerous to get anywhere near the back end of - but gradually we were making head way - she came when she was called with a small incentive, she only tried to kick me occasionally - and only occasionally managed to get through into Peris paddock - though Peri is a little rough so she would come back again.
However after today things may never be the same as Mrs Wilkinson (named after a Jilly cooper fictional racehorse) decided enough with this joint (she has been on starvation rations on account of the spring growth) I am a little bit out of here - and she has been missing since the early morning. Up the road - along the highway (which doesn't bare thinking about) and into the garden of the people across the road.
Now normally I shut the front gate - always the first rule - when stock are in residence - even if it is only one tiny pony - but late last night I didn't on account of being under the weather with a cold - and there you go - little devil just took herself off - pushed through the wire fence - so that this morning her gate was still shut and all looked well - and that as they say was that.
Now whilst all's well that ends well - this could have ended oh so very badly. Needless to say - will be shutting the front gate tonight - yes I know even if it is after the horse has bolted.
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