Pony club

On Sundays we usually go to the farmers' market in north Marrickville, not far from our house. They have a pony ride guy there and Anya is obviously completely fascinated by the "hossie". I was actually feeling a bit groggy on Sunday and Kate was off looking at bikes, so it took all my limited energy to field and herd this little girl who just wanted to go up and touch the real life hossies like the ones in her book. Mainly this meant not letting her get too close to the back legs, but eventually we asked for a little ride.
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She didn't like that. I tried to sit her on he saddle a couple of times but she lifted her legs and bucked as if I was feeding her into the jaws of a monster. Standing in the grass, arm reached out towards the pony's head as it cropped, she was much happier.