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CONTENTS
Marigold .................................................................................. 13
Broker ...................................................................................... 18
Natalies Garden ..................................................................... 23
The Ring .................................................................................. 26
Consequences .......................................................................... 31
Table Talk ............................................................................... 34
The Old Pond .......................................................................... 37
The Candidates ........................................................................ 42
Dads Dreams .......................................................................... 45
Feud ......................................................................................... 49
Herrings Bequest ..................................................................... 53
Melanie .................................................................................... 56
Nicolas Contraption ............................................................... 61
The Strawberry Pickers ........................................................... 66
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MARIGOLD
You would have to say that Marigold is not the most
common name for a pony; not perhaps the most obvious
sort of name for a pony which was not really particularly
pretty. Pretty, Marigold was not! But what he lacked in
pretty he more than made up for in strength, courage,
kindness and quirk. What, you may ask, is quirk? Read
on.
Marigold lived in a field almost the shape of a triangle; it
was too large to be called a paddock and not large enough
to be termed a prairie. It had a sort of shelter or shed in one
corner which shielded Marigold from light showers but
didnt really provide much cover in autumn gales and
winter storms; but Marigold was tough. There was also a
byre against one of the fences and another one in the
middle of the field to take hay or straw or swedes or
mangel-wurzels, or any other good stuff that he liked.
Because of his legs and smallish hooves, horsey people
thought that he had been a riding pony, maybe had won
few minor events. No one knew if he had a pedigree or
anything about him, because he had certainly been saddle
trained, but he never let on; he was terse, reclusive, shy.
No one seemed to know who owned Marigold there
wasnt anyone in particular who came regularly to see him
or care for him or groom him; he was just there. The fields
were part of an enormous land holding owned by a firm
based in Glasgow and it was too small and too misshapen
to be ploughed by big machines, so a local tenant farmer
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