Johnno wrote:
> We can agree about Thelwell. I love those fat ponies.
>
We once had a fat white pony who looked *exactly* like Thelwell's
'Merrylegs'. Our pony was called 'Angel' and she was a veritable little
horror with a barrel so wide the kids had to sit on her with their legs
splayed out to the sides in the splits. She had dinky little leggies and
used to rear up on her hindlegs in an effort to see into the feed-shed,
which was the hub of her universe. She also had the most springy, bushy
mane and tail (exactly like 'Merrylegs') with a ridiculous forelock that
almost reached her nose. The Ugly Sister found Angel at Maitland horse
sales and got her for a song because she was 'very aged' and 'in foal'.
It turned out, though, that Angel had a phantom pregnancy which lasted
for over two years (she leaked milk and everything!) and had the most
evil demeanour of any pony I have ever met. She bucked and pig-rooted
violently and even the redoubtable Jacquie had trouble staying on for
long. Not only that, but Angel foundered and foundered and foundered and
foundered so that her feet were almost like pixie slippers (ie curled
and pointed at the ends). She had to live on dry meadow hay and the
occasional handful of pony nuts: the slightest hint of green feed and
she'd founder again!
The funniest thing I've ever seen was my beloved Ugly Sister trying to
stay on board Angel while she bucked all of eight inches off the ground
(Angel was a very small pony: only about ten hands). LOLOLOLOL! The Ugly
Sister described a parabolic trajectory through the air and landed plopp
in a cow-pat (thankyougod).
We spent absolutely megabux on specially-made minute shoes for Angel in
an effort to try and counteract the effects of founder on her feet, but
it was pointless. She had gotten used to walking sort of rocked back on
her heels and that's the way she liked it. She certainly gave the
farrier an evil time when he tried to 'fix' her feet for her! Even tiny
ponies pack quite a whallop when they hit you with both barrels!
Ultimately, Angel went off to live with a 'nice man with a farm'. Her
fate was to mother mini-trotters and to accompany real trotters in their
stable-yards. I imagine she'd have been in her element doing both of the
above, as Angel was *extremely* motherly and very affable with other
members of the equine variety. It was just people she didn't exactly get
along with.