It wasnt until I was about 8 though, that I decided I wanted to ride. So my dad buys two old riding ponies, both mares, for me and my older brother. Im all excited and go check her out in the stall.
The moment I walk up to it, she turns into some demonic beast. She was wheeling and thrashing and was truly trying to get to me through the stall door.
I freak, scream, my dad comes running in, lo and behold, the mean bitch goes quiet. She was just standing there like an old cow. I told my dad what happened and he proceeded to tell me that I dont need to make up stories if I was too scared to ride.
Well that pissed me off and I told him I wanted to ride her right then. He takes her out, again, she's completely calm, and he puts me on her back. He starts walking me around with her and she's acting like a lethargic leather bag.
He gets comfortable and goes back into one of the barns to check on another mare, and this beast from hell takes off as soon as he disappears. The next thing I know, im being rubbed off against the fence while she's running at full speed. Im screaming and then I blackout. I later found out she ran me into a tree.
So, everyone has decided that it was my fault again. As im arguing inbetween sobs, a chicken walks right in front of us and then in front of the mare. A split second later, there's a scream from the chicken, we turn around, and the mare proceeded to kill it and appeared to be eating it.
So yes, ladies and gentlemen, my first and only riding pony, is the world's only carniverous horse.
The old bitch is still alive and sequested from other horses (and chickens!!!), except for one old quarterhorse gelding who she seems to tolerate.
My dad thought about making her a nurse mare once (she's a full to a friend's nursemare)... then the chicken story came up and he decided against it. Lucky foal.
- also ran me into a mailbox - still have the scar on my thigh to prove that! Of course had I been actually doing any reining and guiding we might have missed the stupid mailbox.
