spookypony
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I was very impatient yesterday evening to come out of Pony Jail! I got put in pony jail few days ago, just when the grass in the Big Field is extra tasty and finally getting long enough to properly get your teeth around, and I think that is very unfair! 
My friend the Normally Grey Pony is still in the big field, and whenever we go past the big field on our way into the woods, he looks at me, and then all my friends trot along the fence. Unless they are having a lie-down---the grass in the big field is much softer for a lie down than in pony jail!---or eating. The grass in the big field is much better for eating than the grass in pony jail. Had I mentioned that?
At least I'm not alone in pony jail this time. There is a little bay mare there with me, who is very nice, and who does what I tell her. It's not the same bay mare that was in there with me before, namely Twin Mare, who is bigger, and who makes ears at me and bites me until I do what she tells me. Nor is it the little bay mare that I really really like, who is in the field beside the square place for making circles. But this little bay mare is really nice too, and I think she can come back to the big field with me when I go back there later, as I hope I will!
Anyway, yesterday, the Carrot Lady came to take me for a trot in the woods, and I was in a real hurry to get out of pony jail. We went for a trot with a big bay gelding that used to live in the big field too, who is a bit of a bully, but otherwise ok. There was also a big bay mare, who is very pretty! She did try to bite me at the beginning, and made ears at me when I tried to sniff noses. Surely there's no need for that?
On our trot in the woods, she was in a terrible hurry and always wanted to be in the front. So I decided I was in a hurry too, and would show her how fast I can trot! I won, because I got to be in the front most of the time, and because I'm littler, I could get around her really easily without getting my legs all tied up.
On the way back, the Carrot Lady wanted me to walk, but I still wanted to trot---I didn't want to risk the big mare (or the big gelding) getting past me---so we compromised by me bouncing home instead. That's somewhere between walking and trotting; the person sitting on the bay mare said that my front legs were walking, and my back legs were trotting. That sounds about right. 
Unfortunately, I had to go to pony jail again, after I got my blue bucket with food in.
This is me in pony jail, wanting out (or food):
Carrots,
the Spooky Pony
My friend the Normally Grey Pony is still in the big field, and whenever we go past the big field on our way into the woods, he looks at me, and then all my friends trot along the fence. Unless they are having a lie-down---the grass in the big field is much softer for a lie down than in pony jail!---or eating. The grass in the big field is much better for eating than the grass in pony jail. Had I mentioned that? At least I'm not alone in pony jail this time. There is a little bay mare there with me, who is very nice, and who does what I tell her. It's not the same bay mare that was in there with me before, namely Twin Mare, who is bigger, and who makes ears at me and bites me until I do what she tells me. Nor is it the little bay mare that I really really like, who is in the field beside the square place for making circles. But this little bay mare is really nice too, and I think she can come back to the big field with me when I go back there later, as I hope I will!
Anyway, yesterday, the Carrot Lady came to take me for a trot in the woods, and I was in a real hurry to get out of pony jail. We went for a trot with a big bay gelding that used to live in the big field too, who is a bit of a bully, but otherwise ok. There was also a big bay mare, who is very pretty! She did try to bite me at the beginning, and made ears at me when I tried to sniff noses. Surely there's no need for that?
On our trot in the woods, she was in a terrible hurry and always wanted to be in the front. So I decided I was in a hurry too, and would show her how fast I can trot! I won, because I got to be in the front most of the time, and because I'm littler, I could get around her really easily without getting my legs all tied up.
On the way back, the Carrot Lady wanted me to walk, but I still wanted to trot---I didn't want to risk the big mare (or the big gelding) getting past me---so we compromised by me bouncing home instead. That's somewhere between walking and trotting; the person sitting on the bay mare said that my front legs were walking, and my back legs were trotting. That sounds about right. Unfortunately, I had to go to pony jail again, after I got my blue bucket with food in.
This is me in pony jail, wanting out (or food):
Carrots,
the Spooky Pony
. I tried convincing grandma that I couldnt eat by just standing and shaking my head but she wouldnt let grandma take it off! 
Should I be worried? 
