Actually, I have a couple more...These were my favorite stories when I was little...
When my mother was about 12 years old, she got a pony. She had been begging for a pony for years. It was a little black Shetland. She named it Blackie.
Well, it turns out this pony was actually a demon war-horse sent from the depths of hell to try to kill my mother and anyone else that dared try to ride it.
It would do anything it could to throw its rider. It would buck, and rub its back against trees. It went so far as to throw itself into the creek and roll around, thrashing wildly, until it managed to kill or otherwise maim whomever was riding it.
My mother knew this other very bitchy 11-year-old. Her name was Lisa or Lucy or something like that. Now this girl decided that she wanted to ride Blackie. My mother tried to warn her, telling her it was not a very good idea, but my mother's parents forced her to comply. As you would expect, the instant 'Lucy' mounted Blackie, it shot off into the woods. At some point it managed to throw Lucy and break her foot. Then it proceeded to eat her shoe. Don't ask me how it did this.
In addition to eating Lucy's shoe, Blackie also ate 13 frozen peach pies and a hamburger. As you can imagine, it was often throwing up whatever it has previously ingested.
I suppose you can take this as a warning to little girls: Be careful what you wish for
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When my mother was about 12 years old, she got a pony. She had been begging for a pony for years. It was a little black Shetland. She named it Blackie.
Well, it turns out this pony was actually a demon war-horse sent from the depths of hell to try to kill my mother and anyone else that dared try to ride it.
It would do anything it could to throw its rider. It would buck, and rub its back against trees. It went so far as to throw itself into the creek and roll around, thrashing wildly, until it managed to kill or otherwise maim whomever was riding it.
My mother knew this other very bitchy 11-year-old. Her name was Lisa or Lucy or something like that. Now this girl decided that she wanted to ride Blackie. My mother tried to warn her, telling her it was not a very good idea, but my mother's parents forced her to comply. As you would expect, the instant 'Lucy' mounted Blackie, it shot off into the woods. At some point it managed to throw Lucy and break her foot. Then it proceeded to eat her shoe. Don't ask me how it did this.
In addition to eating Lucy's shoe, Blackie also ate 13 frozen peach pies and a hamburger. As you can imagine, it was often throwing up whatever it has previously ingested.
I suppose you can take this as a warning to little girls: Be careful what you wish for