Winter Pony Paperback – Nov 25 2008
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About the Author
Jean Slaughter Doty wrote over a dozen novels about horses and ponies. Her stories have been treasured by generations of riders.
Ruth Sanderson has illustrated books for children of all ages. She lives with her family in Ware, Massachusetts, and her favorite hobby is horseback riding.
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Winter Pony 2008
"Hey Mokey!" Ginny Anderson ran down the hill. She called cheerfully to her pony. A small bucket of hot mash swung from her hand.
Mokey whinnied in answer. Ginny could hear her through the twilight. Ginny could also hear the sound of quick hoofbeats. She saw Mokey in a blurred pattern of brown and white. Mokey trotted up to the paddock gate.
"Hi Moke." Ginny stopped to give her pony a quick pat. Then she let herself into the small tack room. It was in the stable, next to the paddock. She turned on the lights and unhooked the narrow door into the stall. Mokey was waiting inside. She was peering into her feed tub. She looked like she was waiting for her supper to appear like magic. Ginny poured the sweet hot mash into the tub. Mokey stuck her muzzle deep into the swirling steam with a sigh of joy.
Winter Pony 1975
"Hey, Mokey!" Ginny Anderson ran down the hill as she called cheerfully to her pony, a small bucket of hot mash swinging from one hand.
Thorough the twilight Mokey whinnied in answer. Ginny could hear the sound of quick hoofbeats, and Mokey appeared in a blurred pattern of brown and white as she trotted up to the paddock gate.
"Hi, Moke." Ginny stopped to give her pony a quick pat and then let herself into the small tack room in the stable, beside the paddock. She switched on the lights, unlatched the narrow door into the stall, and found Mokey waiting inside, peering into her feed tub as though waiting for her supper to appear like magic.
Ginny poured the sweet, hot mash into the tub, and Mokey plunged her muzzle deep into the swirling steam with a sigh of contentment.