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My Name is Madie By Jenifer Morrissey
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A Fell Pony filly named Madie tells the story of her first year of life. Written for pre-teens, the book also captivates adults.
Willowtrail Farm 2016 By Jenifer Morrissey
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Celebrating the ponies at Willowtrail Farm, this calendar collects the best images from 2015.
HUMBUG By Pauline Braddock
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Humbug was bought to keep another pony company. He was the kindest pony we ever had, my Grandaughter fell in love with him. She was sure Hummy could talk!
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Blind-sight and other Poems By Roy Burls Tabor
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Blind-sight, and other poems by Roy Tabor. A selection of poems about love and thoughts on life. I was born in England, but my real life began in South Africa, and these poems were born. At a... More > bus-stop in Cape Town, South Africa, I asked a young girl with a bouncy pony-tail how I could get to the railway station. She was going there too so I followed her on to the bus. At the station we fell into conversation. On the journey into the city she told me she was on her way to visit some English friends and she invited me to go with her. Eighteen months later we were married. These poems span the years we spent together and the thoughts we shared.< Less
THE TALKING LEAVES By WILLIAM O. STODDARD
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1882. The story begins: Look, Rita! look! What can it mean, Ni-ha-be? See them all get down and walk about. They have found something in the grass. And they're hunting for more. Rita leaned forward... More > till her long hair fell upon the neck of the beautiful little horse she was riding, and looked with all her eyes. Hark! they are shouting. You could not hear them if they did. They look as if they were. Ni-ha-be sat perfectly still in her silver-mounted saddle, although her spirited mustang pony pawed the ground and pulled on his bit as if he were in a special hurry to go on down the side of the mountain. The two girls were of about the same size, and could not either of them have been over fifteen years old. They were both very pretty, very well dressed and well mounted, and they could both speak in a strange, rough, and yet musical language; but there was no other resemblance between them.< Less
THE TALKING LEAVES By WILLIAM O. STODDARD
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1882. The story begins: Look, Rita! look! What can it mean, Ni-ha-be? See them all get down and walk about. They have found something in the grass. And they're hunting for more. Rita leaned forward... More > till her long hair fell upon the neck of the beautiful little horse she was riding, and looked with all her eyes. Hark! they are shouting. You could not hear them if they did. They look as if they were. Ni-ha-be sat perfectly still in her silver-mounted saddle, although her spirited mustang pony pawed the ground and pulled on his bit as if he were in a special hurry to go on down the side of the mountain. The two girls were of about the same size, and could not either of them have been over fifteen years old. They were both very pretty, very well dressed and well mounted, and they could both speak in a strange, rough, and yet musical language; but there was no other resemblance between them.< Less
THE TALKING LEAVES By WILLIAM O. STODDARD
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1882. The story begins: Look, Rita! look! What can it mean, Ni-ha-be? See them all get down and walk about. They have found something in the grass. And they're hunting for more. Rita leaned forward... More > till her long hair fell upon the neck of the beautiful little horse she was riding, and looked with all her eyes. Hark! they are shouting. You could not hear them if they did. They look as if they were. Ni-ha-be sat perfectly still in her silver-mounted saddle, although her spirited mustang pony pawed the ground and pulled on his bit as if he were in a special hurry to go on down the side of the mountain. The two girls were of about the same size, and could not either of them have been over fifteen years old. They were both very pretty, very well dressed and well mounted, and they could both speak in a strange, rough, and yet musical language; but there was no other resemblance between them.< Less
THE TALKING LEAVES By WILLIAM O. STODDARD
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1882. The story begins: Look, Rita! look! What can it mean, Ni-ha-be? See them all get down and walk about. They have found something in the grass. And they're hunting for more. Rita leaned forward... More > till her long hair fell upon the neck of the beautiful little horse she was riding, and looked with all her eyes. Hark! they are shouting. You could not hear them if they did. They look as if they were. Ni-ha-be sat perfectly still in her silver-mounted saddle, although her spirited mustang pony pawed the ground and pulled on his bit as if he were in a special hurry to go on down the side of the mountain. The two girls were of about the same size, and could not either of them have been over fifteen years old. They were both very pretty, very well dressed and well mounted, and they could both speak in a strange, rough, and yet musical language; but there was no other resemblance between them.< Less
THE TALKING LEAVES By WILLIAM O. STODDARD
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1882. The story begins: Look, Rita! look! What can it mean, Ni-ha-be? See them all get down and walk about. They have found something in the grass. And they're hunting for more. Rita leaned forward... More > till her long hair fell upon the neck of the beautiful little horse she was riding, and looked with all her eyes. Hark! they are shouting. You could not hear them if they did. They look as if they were. Ni-ha-be sat perfectly still in her silver-mounted saddle, although her spirited mustang pony pawed the ground and pulled on his bit as if he were in a special hurry to go on down the side of the mountain. The two girls were of about the same size, and could not either of them have been over fifteen years old. They were both very pretty, very well dressed and well mounted, and they could both speak in a strange, rough, and yet musical language; but there was no other resemblance between them.< Less