On Saturday I went pony trekking. It was my second time. Seven people came pony trekking, Auntie Louise, Uncle Andrew, Grace, me, Michael, mummy and daddy. Mummy's horse tried to eat Auntie Louise's pony's ear.My horse was a boy called Buster. My horse was a Shetland pony. He was smaller than all the other horses. Daddy had the biggest horse called Jasmine. Mummy's horse did two poops. My pony trotted because he wanted to run back into his stable.
I liked the pony trekking the most. Mummy liked it the least because her horse was the naughtiest horse :-)
