Nougart, 12hs, stud ^^ 3yrs, all-rounders.
I found Nougat as a colt. He is a Dark Dapple Dun, Welsh Moutain Pony and he was s dusty, so dusty. I wondered where he had came from, He on the side of the road next, outside a Miner. Being that I was helping Ellie and her pony Chance do some carting, (This was three years back when he was small he now 18h and nougie three, happy b'day nougie and learning carting) I got out and stroked him then got backed in and we looked for an owner, we didn't find any. when we past the road again he was gone. Next week my class had a field trip to that mine I was in the second group to go down in the mine. when I got they're me and Ellie wonder off and heard foot-steps but no human pony's! next I smell that pony smell and Ellie too. suddenly Nougat appears! That Sunday I go back to mine to find a boulder on him. I quickly get it off and lead him out the people swear that pony died thirty years ago. Because I saved him i got to keep him and now me and Nougat as many adventures all fun and some times scary.
Midnight Star, 11.9h mare, 3yrs, all-rounder. Black Minx, filly, 6 months Adult=12.2h
I first saw the palomino Midnight Star when i was riding past my friend Ellie's paddock. Nougart saw her and wouldn't budge. Then she dissapeared and Nougart walked on. She appeared and he stopped. She Disappeared and i quickly gallop nougart and put him in the paddock where the palomino was and went to see Ellie. I told her and she said she never had a palimino mare. i got nougart from field and walked home. two months later Nougart vanished after i heared frantick nieghs from the stable, Bindi and chevi was calling. I walked down the to the last stable the door was broke and Nougart had vanished. I got head collar and Bindi's bridle and off we road in the night i went for Nougart's fav place, a heap of bushes and trees near the river the seprates mine and Ellie's stable. i looked and lookes but i saw horses, The first I realized it was Nougart I came closer, the palomino was ther too se whinnied softly she loked tired in the corner of my I saw a black heap on the floor. It was a foal, she had foal quickly rode back and got a horse box and took them to the stable I named the palomino Midnight Star, and her baby girl Black Minx.
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Chevibolt, 16.2h, Stallion, Show jumping, 5 yrs.
I found the Arabian tangled in wires and ropes. It all when some people were brutially sacking him in. The next day i saw him tangled in those wires I untangled a took to my stables. Next day I filed abuse form to the RSCPA and they shut the stables down and took away the abused horses the said I could keep Chevibolt after checking out my home. He lives happy here and I can't be happier for him.
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Bindi, 18.3h Clysdale mare, carting.
Me and Ellie were carting three years back to stop at show to pick up stuible mate for Nougart. I look at the cyclsdale and thought how cute and then i noticed the was piebald yearling at the back of the stall and she looked sick. The show soon ended and we about ride home, when i heared a frantic niegh from the stables. I looked in side to see the onwer of the piebald beeting her with a pitch fork. I jump infront of the pony and Ellie took a hold of the pitch fork. People soon came including the RSPCA and the said to take the filly home to your satbles and nurse him. A month later they came back to find her the best place ever decided that this was her home.
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Duke, 18.4h, stallion, seven yrs, carting.
I was walking in winter air when a brilliant skewbald clydesdale, pulling a sled with bells on it appeared. I walk over the crisp snow, to find he was giving rides to newly weds. I read on the side of the sliegh to see it said, 'Rent a pony, Cheap Cheap Cheap!' the next day I saw him again and same the next day. So one day I ring the company and ask to see the horses, the man says yes. Tomorrow I Cart Bindi over to the stables. I go straight to stables and faint! What I saw scared me and made my body shake! The Clydesdale and some Shires stalls were way to small falaballa would fit! the had rusty nails sticking out and most of them were over worked and malnuritioned the paddocks weren't good either! I soon regained conscious realizing why they were cheap! I quickly got Bindi and we cantered to Ellie house. There we planned a night raid. Over night we quickly took all of them out and put them in Ellie's Stable. The next day the police investigated the robery. They soon found hints it was us. We spent ages explaining why we stole them. they luckily bevelied us and phoned the RSPCA who took every one away but two. It was a black Shire and that Skewbald Clydesdale. "the van is to crouded take care of these two and check back in a month. The next Month the checked and being that they were happy they said we could keep them. I called the skewbald Duke and he lives happily carting next to Bindi and I love him.
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Sky, 16h, mare, five years. Cross contry.
Me and Chevibolt were trying out for a three day event when this beaut of chestnut with a pure white blaze walke in, her onwer looked like she always got what she wanted, the my dogs wich my best friend Ellie was holding pulled to hard so she had to let go. They ran straight through a puddle and and onto her. Rose was fluffy white border collie but at the moment she was brown. Jingles was natrually black and swift but she was brown too. Suddenly She yells and grunts as Ellie rushes to get them off her. The Next at the competition Chevibolt wins His Jumping Show and we start taking out his braids when the posh girl passes us soaked in muddy water holding a second cup, Her pony troting happily behind her. I call out congrats but she just grunts and her pony nieghs happily. Ellie whispers to me saying shes a sore looser. The next minute I here disressed nieghs coming from the box we peer roud to see her hitting her pony with a whip yelling, "you stupid horse! Second! Second! stopping at the last jump! The next we go to watch the last event day. Shes on diffrent horse doing the coarse again in a lower grade. We sneak out of the grand stand to find the pony in stable beaten and the RSPCA investergate him We tell them what we saw and they say they spak to owners the next day we go down to the shelter and adopt her. She is now very happy and loves people. P.S is great Jumper two!
Lady Roseanna, adult 18.1hs, 2months.
It was a brisk morning the sun was shining but it was unusually cool, So being it was such a great morning I phoned my best friend Ellie to go on a picnic, she agreed if would tack up Bindi and Duke may Pinto Clydesdales and put them on the carriage. Half an hour later, Ellie was here with a big basket of food. So we set off to bushland behind the stables. Soon we found a nice shady spot under an oak tree. We untacked Bindi and Duke and using some halters tied them to a tree. We had finished a roast chicken and were about to start on one of her famous blueberry muffins we here a rustling in a bush. The next thing I know they’re rearing and bucking when suddenly their ropes brake. They gallop off into the bush. They’re gone, we sigh. We get the broken halters and wander into the bush, suddenly my border coolie called Rose appears, luckily she is a trained search and rescue dog and I’m a level one handler. She sniffs the tack and runs into the bush. I tell Ellie I will call her if something goes wrong and run after Rose. She looks like she’s found some thing, suddenly we come to a big field with grass a metre high. Suddenly Rose comes back from the middle of the field saying she’s found something. I run to the centre to find Duke hot, calm and sweaty and Bindi cool, dry and worried. I walk back to the picnic site, gather our things and leave. Couple months later Bindi gives birth to a filly who I call Lady Roseanna.
