“I want a pony,” says Lucy.
Who leaves a country packed with ponies to move to a non-pony country?
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He was a BEAUTIFUL pony! And I LOVED him!
France is a wonderful country for learning to ride. That’s where my three girls and I first had riding lessons (although we’d been riding cow horses out in Texas for years). I love the French system of « gallops. » People here say, « I can ride, » and they may not even know how to get up on a horse. (I had that experience when I took a supposed horse wrangler to ride on one of my horses!) But if they learned to ride in France you just ask how many « gallops » they have, and you have a very clear idea of whether they can just about sit a walking horse or whether they can actually jump!
Lucy, I’m with you–I always wanted a pony! But until you talk your parents into one, here’s an idea:
Don’t tell them who gave you the idea, though! 🙂