


In the early hours of the night the mare Joy walked amongst the trees. Her head down and her expression seemed fairly irritated. Behind her a baby shetland pony trotted to keep up with her pace. The pony seemed fairly happy despite Joy's evident irritation. "Mommy! Where are we going?" The little pony asked. Joy stopped mid stride and turned her head slowly to look at the pony. "I have told you once before... I am not your mother!" Joy snorted at the young pony and then started walking again. The little shetland pony stood there for a moment just blinking before once again starting after Joy in a quick trot to catch up with her as she still kept her happy expression.
