For you Gremlin , as I can’t link it -
When I was a kid , I was that pony mad kid , every Christmas , every birthday since I was about eight , all I ever asked for . But parents weren’t horsy and we just couldn’t do it . Anyhow, I finally managed to find a pony to share . I would do Saturday to Tuesday, the owner did the rest . I adored her, in the way thirteen year old girls do. And then one Saturday morning, went to the yard to find the owner had taken the pony and done a moonlight flit, owing everyone money. I was devastated. Properly distraught.
About three weeks later, I was moping about at home and mum badgered me into going shopping with her. On the way back , she remembered that I’d left a load of stuff at the stable yard and suggested we pick it up. When we got there, the owner casually said , “Oh I shut it all in your old stable, you’d better go get it “ . I went to the doors , opened them up and at that point I think I stopped breathing. For there behind the door , with her ears pricked was the most beautiful palomino pony I’d ever seen. It transpired that my parents and the yard owner had been so outraged at what had happened, that they had colluded with a local dealer, to find my own. She was my best friend for over thirty years.