The pony looked so majestic, Just balancing on the edge of a huge, yet unstable rock.
It’s bronze fur shimmered in the moonlight shining down in silver rays. It’s beady black eyes reflected years of fighting. It’s head was raised in a way that anyone could see was wise.
Yet it was just a pony.
No one ever saw it’s good quality’s, Only the fact that it was a pony. Just a small version of a horse.
It was known as useless, tiny, weak.
But it was not these things.
The pony was more useful than any horse, then any human. It could do all that horses could do. It could race, It could work, It could travel.
The pony was bigger than any horse. It’s sprit was huge, It’s will power was gigantic. It never gave up inside. Even when a large animal would.
And last but not least, The pony was strong. It could stand the mental draining of put downs, the mental draining of name calling.
It is a Pony.
And Ponies are strong.
They are.
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Now some people might be clever enough to work out That I wasn’t talking about a pony. I was at the start. But if you reword this, It is the story of a child, A child that believes in himself/herself.
Re read it if you don’t see.
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