Marco is a bay pony that lives in the pasture next to us. He lives with my Mom, Tudi, and some gray ponies and Little Mat. Sometimes people ask the lady if she has "rescues" and then she points to Marco. His name didn't used to be Marco, but she thinks this name fits him. When Marco eats grass and Hey!, it wads up in his mouth and falls back out. So he has to eat special food that none of his pasture mates are allowed to eat. He eats his special feed out of a bag that the lady hangs on his head every morning and afternoon. This morning, when the lady went back to retrieve the bag off Marco's head, Marco was lying down on top of a big puddle that had gotten hard because it was really really cold out. The puddle is about twice as wide as a pony and had white stuff on top of it. When Marco tried to get up, his hooves would just scrape across the hard water. The big dog was really excited about seeing him lying down like that and acted like he really wanted to eat him, but that is silly because who would eat a pony? The lady took his feed bag and then she tried to push him but her big floppy feet were sliding on the hard water too. Then she got ahold of his tail and thought if she could just slide him a little bit, he could get his feet under him. But then he flailed his legs and next thing she knew, she was lying on the hard puddle too! So then she and the big dog decided to go back up to the barn and bring the orange machine down to pull Marco to the side of the hard puddle. But when they were about ten pony lengths away, Marco thrashed around a little bit and got up. So then the lady and the big dog watched him for a while to make sure he could walk okay as he went over to the other ponies and chased them away from Hey! that he can't eat.
Tinkerbelle
