One Pony Too Many

One Pony Too Many

I didn't expect the trip to Mr. Ferris's farm to turn out the way it did. I saw his ponies as soon as we got out of the car. They had shaggy manes and stocky legs. I patted one over the fence.

“ She's a Shetland pony, " Mr. Ferris explained. “ She may be small, but she's full grown. "

“ Why is she small if she's grown up?" I asked. “ Shetland ponies come from a cold, rocky place, " Mr. Ferris explained. " It made them small and tough. " " Like me! " I said.

" Lots of kids learn to ride on Shetland ponies, " Mr. Ferris added. My mom and dad exchanged looks. We were just here to visit. I wondered if this might be my chance to get a pony.

" Can we take her home? I'll do all the chores! " I pleaded. “ She's Mr. Ferris's pony, son, " my dad replied.