But that could not last for ever. When I was old enough, the trainer came and fastened a long rope to my head and then began driving me round and round in circles with his long whip. I was so tired that I could scarcely stand.
Then I was bought by a young officer as a polo pony, and I soon got to love the game. He was a kind master and a good rider. But he get into debt and had to sell me.
i was bought by a gentleman and a lady who kept a buggy. They trained me to run in shafts. I hated this work. My owner got disgusted at last and sold me to a gentleman who was fond of hunting.
I was delighted to get back to saddle-work. But an accident put a stop to that jolly life. I was in hospital for four weeks. Then I was sold to a gentleman who wanted a quiet riding-horse. He was a kind master. He used me well.
Now I am old. My master gives me very little work. I spend most of my time grazing in the pasture, and leading a quiet, contended life.