Tuesday 2 July 2013

When Ella met Nessa

Okay so our story began at a BBQ full of nutty horse lovers:

A friend of my mum's, who owned a yard down our road, was hosting a BBQ and we were all invited to come. Knowing very well that i would be the only child there i made my way clutching Molly, my lovely new puppy, for company.
Other than the unwanted attention Molly earned me by sheepishly weeing on someones lap, the evening rolled by and I remained fairly unnoticed.

That is until Nessa took pity on the lonely girl and her puppy staring hopelessly at the beautiful, stout, orange pony  in the field.

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