G is for Gifts
Jenny had always loved horses. Little did she know that today was the day she would meet a very special one indeed.
Saturday, 9am. Jenny sat on the threadbare, cat-hair covered sofa and gazed out across the lawn. Some dilapidated swings, a flat brown park, some kids from school she didn’t like. She wished something exciting would happen. From behind her there came a ‘tap-a-tap’ on the kitchen window. There, framed beautifully, was a little pony and it was staring right at her.
“Um,hello?” said Jenny.
“Hello,” said the horse “Can I help you?”
“I…don’t know? Can I help you?”
“Well I don’t know, you’re the one who called me here!” said the pony in an exasperated voice.
“I…don’t think I did, did I?”
The pony sighed.
“Same thing…every time…” it muttered, shaking its head. Clouds of glitter fell from it’s mane as it did so.
Jenny was perplexed. She could do nothing but stare at the pony. It was then that she noticed its teeth – they were bright gold,very large and rather menacing for such a sweet looking creature.
“Are you looking at my teeth?” said the pony.
Jenny said nothing.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s rude to look in a pony’s mouth? Heavens above, girl. I can see today is going to be a long day.”