I'm told this is quite a lot of cash on the hoof. The ponies were out back today and I had time to grab my camera and snap away for a bit. I noticed some funny, clique-style junior high behaviour.
They stood primarily in a couple circles, heads facing in, and butts outward. There was a definite cool-kid group, and the socially awkward, not-quite-so-pretty outsiders standing off to the side, looking balefully at the cool fillies with their cigarettes and tasty malt beverages purloined from their folks' stash. One of the misfits gave the anointed the stink-eye as her wonky-donkey ears twitched her irritation. She knew she was just as good as those other fillies. Unfortunately, she'd never seen her own ears, and didn't know she wasn't actually good breeding material. OTOH, she's not at the glue factory, either: she gets to live next door to me and the pups.
Horsie Junior High.