To your right is my family pony, Sugar Cube. We keep her at my Great-Aunt Norma's House. When we first got her, her older brother, Mumble, was there too. We had to babysit him for at least a week. On the first day, They both ran out the pasture gate. The good thing was that the backyard gate was closed, and thus they couldn't go out in the streets and be roadkill. We finally coralled the ponies back into the pasture. We still have her currently, but the Flakes (the family who gave us Sugar) took Mumble back to their pasture.
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Monday, January 26, 2009
My feisty pony, or, real men have horses!
To your right is my family pony, Sugar Cube. We keep her at my Great-Aunt Norma's House. When we first got her, her older brother, Mumble, was there too. We had to babysit him for at least a week. On the first day, They both ran out the pasture gate. The good thing was that the backyard gate was closed, and thus they couldn't go out in the streets and be roadkill. We finally coralled the ponies back into the pasture. We still have her currently, but the Flakes (the family who gave us Sugar) took Mumble back to their pasture.
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