I never wanted a pony
I’ve never quite understood why a lot of young girls get really into horses. I was never one of those girls. I don’t get it. Now, it should be obvious that I have nothing in particular against horses, but they never captured my imagination. I must have been absent that day.

Me either, though several of my friends in elementary and middle school were heavily into the whole Black Beauty-National Velvet-collectible horsies thing. Doug’s sister, however, used to get really mad when he’d try to convince her the horses weren’t the most perfect and gorgeous animal ever ever ever.
She would get mad when I suggested they weren’t the most intelligent animals in the animal kingdom. For instance if I said their heads were shaped like screwdrivers and had no room for brains.