A Dragon Moves in Anyway (sorta)

So I went and checked out the Craigslist pony. The price was right (cheap!) and they said he was tame enough to lead home on my motorcycle (since it wasn't very far away at all.)

So I brought him home.

Things were going okay right up until we got almost to the house.

And then he just stopped.

I almost went right over my handlebars!

And started pondering if there were any nearby glue factories.

I told the pony my thoughts about how many glue bottles he would fill, thinking it might motivate him to come along like a good little bottle of glue pony.

But it did not.

Fortunately, while I am no experienced horse pixie, I do know a thing or two about stubborn creatures.

So I came prepared.

The pony noticed.

And followed me right along up into the driveway.

Where we were spotted by Lenore, who just happened to be playing outside.

Even though I hadn't mentioned anything about getting her a pony, I have a feeling she knew exactly who it was for. And honestly, I was glad she was outside to take possession of him. I had no idea how I was going to get him up the stairs without getting trampled. 

I untied him from my motorcycle, and told her that they'd said his name was "Scout" (because apparently "Ungrateful Stubborn Almost Motorcycle Wrecking Snot Pony" was too long) and that he was hers now. Enjoy.

She said "thank you" while cooing and awwing over her pony, and as I rode away, I'm pretty sure she quietly said "But I think his name is 'Dragon'."

A girl and her dragon pony.

It's a beautiful thing.

- Miri