Ponytown Characters Novels & Stories

Everly is in the barn, and I go in to find her and tell her I’m leaving, and she should head in to start helping Aunt Kim with dinner. “Okay,” Everly says and goes to Thor’s stall. The pony flattens his ears and turns away from her. “Hey, little dude.” She undoes the latch on his door and slides it open a few inches but doesn’t step inside. “You’re going to be my friend by the time we leave.” “Just remember ponies are the OG creators of Little Man syndrome,” I say, swinging keys to Aunt Kim’s truck around my fingers. Everly laughs and turns away from Thor to look at me. “Oh, I remember. I learned how to ride on Star, and she was a chestnut mare and a Welsh pony.”

Luckily, Max never got tired of watching him. With a bright smile, Mr. Hunt approached the center of joy. When the old man got there, he immediately flashed a smile. “Wow, is this the newcomer in our farm? He looks cool," the grandfather said, making a few eyes widen. Where did the gloomy old man go this morning? "That's right, his name is Pony. Isn't he very strong? He has brought me and Ace around this field once," Cayden said with sparkling eyes. He was proud to be able to ride a horse like an adult.

"Don't be afraid. They won't hurt people. They are kind." With my help, Hedwig managed to stroke the pony's head. Its hair was smooth and soft. "They don't have a name yet. You and Noah can help them get one," Blake said gently. Noah had been playing with his pony. He grabbed a handful of grass and brought it to the pony's mouth. The pony stretched out its tongue and swallowed the grass. Noah continued to pluck the grass with a happy smile on his face. Hedwig tilted her head and pondered. After a while, she said seriously, "Daddy, is it okay to call it Chestnut? Noah's pony can be called Peanut."

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”