From the Sherlock Holmes movie, “A Game of Shadows”
I laughed my butt off at this scene, only because it’s all too familiar. One summer when I was a child, my cousins decided to take me out West with them. We went to Jackson’s Hole, Wyoming. All my cousins wanted to do was trail ride. I was floored. I lived on a farm with one fat assed angry brood mare and five ponies – 4 for cart pulling and 1 for horseback riding. The last thing I wanted to do was tangle with another angry brood mare or an ornery pony. I refused. But. They were all going. So. I picked a little black pony from the stable while everyone else picked a horse.
Not until I saw this clip, did I realize how funny it actually was me trotting behind everyone else. And to top it off, my little pony was a mean little shit, like ponies can be. His specialty was biting the bigger horses on the rump when he caught up with one of them. Then, when they kicked him for the bite, he bucked like a full size bronco and tried to run. Needless to say, the Jackson Hole trail rides cemented my distaste for anything equestrian.
Still. My cousin texted me this today. The miniature horse living on the farm adjacent to hers. I love him because I can’t ride him. He’s like a dog. His name is Piper.