Snip the Wonder Pony

I have a story inside my head based on this beautiful pony. Someday it will be on this site. Hundreds of children - I'm not exaggerating; hundreds - have enjoyed that story and I think you should, too. Maybe one day I'll have it published.

Snip was forty-something when I took this picture. This was a week before he died. Click here for a poem about Snip.

He was the best little black pony ever. He worked with me for nine years at the stable. He never bit or bucked. He loved every one of his riders. He was gentle and perfect.