Quotes About Pony

I kind of like pony tails, beards, maybe a tattoo. My massive obsession - I'm really targeting a niche market here - a hair lip.

I had the worst birthday party ever when I was a child, because my parents hired a pony to give rides. These ponies are never in good health, but this one dropped dead. It just wasn't much fun after that. One kid would sit on him and the rest of us would drag him around in a circle.

We had a consuming desire, from the beginning, to see a pony rider, but somehow or other all that passed

Don't you mind being short?' she blurted. He spread his small hands and looked at them. 'I am a magician, not a princess. A pony costs less to keep than a horse, which means I can buy more books.' He paused. 'It is not always a bad thing, to be overlooked.

You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous, deceitful, wicked, clever girl. If this works I'll buy you a pony.

You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous, deceitful, wicked, clever girl. If this works I'll buy you a pony.

you will find at least one or two pairs of bronzed baby shoes and a picture of some child on top of the same brown and white Indian pony as the kid next

Little kids I don't mind. Every kid wants a pony. It's grown-ups that get my robe in a knot. Stop with the begging, okay? Adore me for a change. Or give thanks. I like gratitude. Or ask for guidance. But oh, no. It's always the pony.

the nicest pony Billie has ever

young man had a steed which was the observed of all observers. It was a Bearn pony, from twelve to fourteen years old, yellow in his hide, without a hair

Yankee Doodle came to townRiding on a pony,He stuck a feather in his hatAnd called it macaroni.Yankee Doodle, keep it up,Yankee Doodle dandy,Mind the music and the step,And with the girls be handy.

My foot in the stirrup, my pony won't stand,Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.

I had a little pony,His name was Dapple Gray;I lent him to a ladyTo ride a mile away.She whipped him, she slashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.

I had a fine prospect of the whole ring of moorland. I saw the car speed away with two occupants, and a man on a hill pony riding east. I judged they were looking for me, and I wished them joy of their quest.

A poet flanked them on either side-one dark, one fair and blood-smeared-and a Fool rode on a pony between.

The two wives of the two men were in the pony carriage, and the little Lady Glencora, the Duchess's eldest daughter, was sitting between them.

You'd never get tired of a pony. It's a classic. It's, like, the Chanel jacket of toys.

There was a pony named Barbapoppa that I received at the age of five, and he was very mischievous and maybe even devilish. Barbapoppa was the most fabulous first animal I was to have and challenged me much.

I had a paint pony called Half-Pint, and I rode her in Madison Square Garden, and that was my first big show. But my first real pony was this red pony called Chantal. He was absolutely amazing. He was a great pony, except he did spin me off a couple of times! I would blink, and then I would be on the floor.

A lot of films need planning in order to survive at all. It's part of the dog and pony show.

A pony trots into a bar and says, "Bartender, I'd like a beer." The bartender says, "What? Speak up, I can't hear you." "A beer," the pony replies, "I'd like a beer." "What? I still can't hear you," the bartender says. "What's with your voice?" "Nothing," the pony says. "I'm just a little hoarse.

I've lived out many of the dreams I had as a little girl, back when I was riding my pony, mucking stalls, feeding cows, aspiring to finally become a professional jockey and racing in stakes races on a worldwide stage.

I thought and thought. "I would like to hear a story about a little girl who doesn't get invited to a meanie boy's birthday. And so she sneaks to his house. And she lets a wild pony out of the barn. And then it stomples the boy into a flattie pancake. And all the children

I had the loveliest pony when I was your age. I called him Zip. He ate apples straight out of my hand. I'm deathly allergic to horse hair, of course, and wept buckets of tears every time he was near, but it was worth it. I loved him so.