Dear Clark Kent, you are the BESTEST PONY IN THE UNIVERSE!!!
I had to come tell you all about what happened while I was feeding my herd dinner tonight.
I heard peals of laughter followed by "OH MY GOD Dr G COME QUICK!!!! you HAVE to see this!!!"
Clark Kent, AKA Superman, AKA Hackney Pony Extraordinaire, AKA outbid the meat buyer by $4 to buy him ($74 auction pony) was loping with his Very Own Little Girl. She cried, I cried, the trainer cried, Grandpa cried (even the new Handlebar boarder cried)
Girl has some special needs and also had a very bad experience previously and to this point was content to walk and trot. Superpony just worked his very best school pony magic and taught her the basics until she saw the rest of us having fun loping and decided to try it.
I had to gently suggest to her that she might want to cool him out because he is very hairy and was sweaty and she would need to go home soon.
He got an extra special bran and beet pulp mash and (whispers) since he is sort of older the other boarders have arranged for him to have adequan and legend as needed (okd by Pony's Owner's guardian)
Michael: Seems the people who burned me want me for a job.
Sam: A job? Does it pay?
Michael: Nah, it's more of a "we'll kill you if you don't do it" type of thing.
Sam: Oh. I've never liked those.