I was in the kitchen doing something when Mr H came into the house and said - well, there is something you don't see every day. Being the cravitz I am I had to run out to see what he was talking about, and standing calmly in my neighbours front yard was a pony.
In her front yard.
Which wouldn't be unusual if we lived in farm country.
Which we don't.
A pony. Said pony apparently lives there full time. (The horse trailer parked in front of her house should have been a clue).
No one better say a goddamn thing when I get chooks.
One has to wonder what she does with the poo.