Ravenwood
Well-Known Member
Its the weekend - no work tomorrow and the wine is flowing - who fancies a laugh?
I'll start - if you have read this before, just skip on and add your own funny story.
Driving down a lane one day, daughter (aged 6) points to a little grey pony in a field and says that she would like to start riding again (we tragically lost our "best in the world pony ever" the previous year).
Great, I know the owner, pony bought for Grandchildren, never used, I'll give her a ring
Arrange to meet the next day at the yard at 2pm. Daughter and I turn up, owner not there, hang around for a while, owner still doesn't show up. I found a headcollar and went to catch grey pony in the field who had a goat companion.
I struggled and fought with the goat but managed to get pony out and tie her up in the yard. On closer inspection this little grey pony turns out to be an enormous Highland!! Totally unsuitable for scrawny, stick insect, 6yr old daughter :shocked:
But daughter has already fallen in love as pony is the kindest, sweetest thing ever! Still owner hasn't turned up!!
I found a grooming kit and we start to groom the large fat grey pony with daughter declaring undying love. Still owner hasn't turned up! I look around for something suitable to tack it up but can't find any. Daughter thinks owner has forgotten and that we should drive to her house - she lives about half a mile away in the village.
So, we leave large fat grey pony tied up, jump in the car and race off down to the village...........about 200 yrds down the lane I spot owner's car parked in a gateway
Stick my head over gate to see owner, standing beside a little grey pony all tacked up, checking her watch...............I had got the wrong pony
:shocked: :shocked:
A quick discussion reveals that owner of the original pony is a "right old battleaxe" apparently - so I throw daughter at owner, leap in car and race back to fat pony, put her back in the field, fighting with angry goat companion, put everything away as I found it and left pretty damn smartish
I'll start - if you have read this before, just skip on and add your own funny story.
Driving down a lane one day, daughter (aged 6) points to a little grey pony in a field and says that she would like to start riding again (we tragically lost our "best in the world pony ever" the previous year).
Great, I know the owner, pony bought for Grandchildren, never used, I'll give her a ring
Arrange to meet the next day at the yard at 2pm. Daughter and I turn up, owner not there, hang around for a while, owner still doesn't show up. I found a headcollar and went to catch grey pony in the field who had a goat companion.
I struggled and fought with the goat but managed to get pony out and tie her up in the yard. On closer inspection this little grey pony turns out to be an enormous Highland!! Totally unsuitable for scrawny, stick insect, 6yr old daughter :shocked:
But daughter has already fallen in love as pony is the kindest, sweetest thing ever! Still owner hasn't turned up!!
I found a grooming kit and we start to groom the large fat grey pony with daughter declaring undying love. Still owner hasn't turned up! I look around for something suitable to tack it up but can't find any. Daughter thinks owner has forgotten and that we should drive to her house - she lives about half a mile away in the village.
So, we leave large fat grey pony tied up, jump in the car and race off down to the village...........about 200 yrds down the lane I spot owner's car parked in a gateway
Stick my head over gate to see owner, standing beside a little grey pony all tacked up, checking her watch...............I had got the wrong pony
A quick discussion reveals that owner of the original pony is a "right old battleaxe" apparently - so I throw daughter at owner, leap in car and race back to fat pony, put her back in the field, fighting with angry goat companion, put everything away as I found it and left pretty damn smartish