Spooked by fireworks, these two ponies went running from the law.
Iwas quite excited the day we brought home our miniature ponies, Queenie and Daisy. They seemed to be behaved, allowing my children to ride them around. My husband and our boys had constructed a makeshift pen for them, using a large corncrib for one wall and a series of green metal gates for the rest. We thought it was sturdy enough for the time being. The following night was the eve of Independence Day. It seemed as though every neighbor around us bought fireworks that year. The next morning my husband went out to milk, and I was rather surprised to hear him come back inside a short time later. When he told me the ponies were gone, I flew out of bed. I woke up my oldest son to join the search. We knew the fireworks probably spooked them, and now they could be hiding anywhere. We looked down the long driveway with a bad feeling—it led straight to a highway. We found pony tracks leading to the edge of the road, and my heart sank. It was still early morning and traffic was light, fortunately. My son and I climbed in the van and drove up and down the highway, searching for any sign of our runaways. We eventually looped back to our farm. Then I heard a noise across the road from our driveway. A vehicle on the ATV trail there was revving its engine, and Queenie and Daisy were right in front of it! I began to yell their names as I ran across the highway, slipping down the dew-drenched ditch. It was only then that I got my first good look at the vehicle behind my two equines. Emblazoned on the side were the letters: P-O-L-I-C-E. Oh my, how embarrassing. At least I wasn’t still in my pajamas. The officer dropped back while I chased their bouncing bottoms, searing pain in my lungs. Riding ponies is much easier than trying to keep up with them. Queenie and Daisy kept running until they came right to the edge of the highway. There, they stopped and miraculously waited for the crazy lady running behind them, gasping out their names. My son soon arrived to help lead them back. The police officer was waiting for us. It turned out he had found them about 2 miles away. Figuring they belonged to a farm in the area, he had followed them in a huge circle— and back to our driveway where my chase had begun. I suspect it was one of his more amusing calls that day. Pad of paper in hand, he goodnaturedly filled out a report on the ponies that ran from the law. Hopefully that’s the last of Daisy and Queenie’s wild adventures!