Ornery Ponies

When our boys were young we lived in Mexico and they never missed a chance to ride a pony. One day we saw a mother trying to give her daughter a ride on a pony with a long reputation for being ornery. The pony was spinning trying to keep the girl from getting on her back and tossing her head nipping at the mother, so we went over to see if we could help. The pony seemed to obey me a little more and we got the girl on with out any trouble but after half way around the loop the pony swung his head and tried to give me a nip. I responded with a smart smack to his nose and in a low voice told him he was nothing more than a small bit of excrement. I glanced over my shoulder suddenly worried that she might know English but she seemed happy and oblivious to the little battle going on between the pony and I. We finished our ride with out any further trouble from the pony, coming to a stop she hopped off the pony, gave me a big smile and asked in perfect English, "Are you from Houston too?"