Last Thursday while we were driving to Cross Country practice we spotted a truck stopped in the middle of the road. Now, there had been an SUV parked in the road earlier because this woman felt the need to talk to this guy standing next to the road. I figured it was just another person stopped to talk to someone, because this is quite common where I live. No one is ever in much of a hurry. There's a man in my town that drives a big blue tractor everywhere. Getting off topic. So Mom slowed down to pass them and then all of a sudden saw this little white miniature pony. It was just running lose-no halter or near-by broken fence or anything.
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This father and his son were trying to herd it off the road. They managed to chase it to the other side and then it galloped back to it's home because it's goat buddy called for it. It was just in the front yard of someone's house-no tether or pen or anything-with these two goats. It didn't look unhealthy or anything. Mom and I joked about taking it home, which would never happen. I can imagine Buzzy's reaction:
WHAT IS THIS THING >>
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I DON'T WANT TO SQUISH IT D8
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NEW FRIEND 8D
I just went to talk to my mother because she was reading DW: Borrowed Time and I thought it was brilliant so I wanted to see if she thought so too, and aparently she's beginning to think the whole thing was a dream. Because it was such a perfect little white pony, like something out of a fairy tale, and such a bizarre event to have occurred at all. Ah. My mother.
/endrant
P.S. I'm bored.
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