Little Pony - Big Problem

Anyone who owns a horse or pony knows thatthe lunge rein for the first 30 feet or so down the hill
acquiring the equine is just the start of yourending up on her backside in the middle of the
problems! Take Ben, for instance.stream before she finally gave up and let go.
Ben arrived in the village with my sister who had justReleased from her annoying encumbrance Ben's
come to live on the hilltop on the opposite side ofspeed increased.
our 14-acre goose green to my own cottage. TheyPeople scattered right left and centre as he set out
say that size isn't everything, and my sister'sto prove that the shortest distance between two
Shetland pony proved the point. He, Ben, measuredpoints was a straight line. As the risk of being
all of 36 inches to the withers (the highest point oftrampled to death passed most of them joined in the
his shoulders), but in his mind he was as big as agrowing crowd chasing after the miscreant.
Thoroughbred horse with the courage of a lion. HeFrom Kerry's point of view the approaching
also liked mares. The fact that most of them werestampede must have been a hair-raising sight.
considerably larger than he was just didn't enter intoFirst was Ben, closely followed by a mini-pick-up, a
it as far as he was concerned. As soon as one camecouple of motorbikes, several push bikes, a gaggle of
into view he would start snorting, stamping andpeople on foot, three sheepdogs, a terrier, a
showing off, galloping up and down behind the fenceLabrador, an English setter, me, and my sister,
as they passed. When they looked down their nosessodden from the waist down.
at him and walked on he obviously thought it wasWhat else could any self-respecting filly do? As Ben
their loss. That was until he got his come-uppancescreeched to a halt in front of her she swung round
from my palomino pony.and planted two hind feet fair and square in his chest.
It was a nice summer's day. Bees buzzed, birds sang,Ben was unhurt but devastated to find that, having
and my sister decided to take Ben for a bit of roadat last encountered a filly with no intervening fence
work. As usual in the holiday season the village greento get in his way, his attentions were not wanted.
was swarming with holidaymakers, some playingRejection hit him hard. Head down, tail drooping he
games, some enjoying picnics and some just sitting.turned and plodded back across the green - small,
A couple of local lads were playing round onpathetic and almost lost in the crowd of erstwhile
motorcycles and one young man was washing somepursuers.
mud off a pick-up down by the stream.Ben's depression didn't last long. See below to find
I took my palomino filly, Kerry Dancer, out of theout more about his further adventures.
stable and tethered her on the hill in front of myBio paragraph (resource box) below:
house then walked over the green to join my sisterTheodora Cochrane has a lifetime's experience of
who had stopped to let some admirers have a closerlooking after all sorts of animals from pet mice to
look at the little chestnut pony. Ben ignored us all andhorses. For more stories about Ben visit Horse Tails
munched happily at the lush grass. Suddenly his earsor Email For anyone interested in enjoyable and
pricked and his nostrils flared. He'd scented Kerrysuccessful horse-training Theodora recommends 'The
Dancer. Rearing up with a stallion-like screech he setKikkulu method of horse training' by Ann Nyland. For
off over the green at a flat out gallop. We were allmore details Click Here!
completely taken by surprise. My sister hung on to