We were doing errands in West Seattle, and heard a woman near us exclaim, "There's a pony!" and run out the door of Northwest Art and Frame into the parking lot.
Could I resist? Apparently not. I trotted out after her. There was indeed a woman, a daughter and a pony (little horse, she explained) out in the lot cropping the grass.
In moments, women from all over flocked to the brown and white little horse petting it, kissing its nose, talking about its "dear little face."
Mom, daughter and pony walked the two miles from their house so their pony could meet the mules that were at West Seattle Winterfest. Pony thought the mules were annoying great uncouth beasts and would like to go home now and did anyone have an apple?
The keep the pony in their backyard, exercise it in Schmidts Park, where it pulls them in a small cart, and is undoubtedly the love of the little girl's life.
We left for the car as even more women were magnetically pulled to the pony in the parking lot.