Twinkey, Rusty And Pippi Come To Their New Home

When i was 2 years old i had an old white pony named Prince. Prince was 33 years old. when Prince died, i thought that i would never move on. one afternoon, i saw my mum talking on the phone about a pony. when she got off the phone she said that the neighbours had a little pony to give away. i was so exited, but i remembered the day Prince died. we went over to the neighbours, and she said they had to find the pony. when we found the minature brown pony, we took her home. we named her Twinkle Toes and Twinkey for short. Twinkey was so little and very, very cute. i rode Twinkey all the time. but she was getting to little and slow for me. one morning, my grandparents came over with a surprize for me. they opened the float, and out came a meidium brown pony. his name was Rusty. i had a ride on him and he was sooooo good. he was the right pony for me. me and Rusty had lots of adventures together. i rode him down the road every night after school. i had a little brother but he wanted to ride too. my mum said that Rusty was to slow for me and that my brother should have him. so i gave Rusty to my little brother. i still rode Rusty when my brother wasnt riding him, but i normally had to ride Twinkey. when my dad got home from work he showed me a photo of a brown and white horse that might suit me. so i said i will have her. when i got home from school, the horse was at the shed. i raced inside, quickly got dressed and ran to the shed. she was so beautiful. her name was Pippi. i rode Pippi and groomed her. she was a little big, but that didnt matter. she was the right horse for me. Twinkey and Rusty still lived with us, and they all became freinds!