Every night, before she went to sleep, Heidi would pray to her fairy godmother for a pony. Then she would fall asleep to dream of riding her pony out across the fields blanketed in flowers, while twittering birds circled over her head.
Then, on the morning of her eighth birthday, Heidi’s mother woke her and said, “Heidi, come quick and see what’s in our back yard.” Heidi dashed to the back window and looked out. And behold, there in her back yard munching on grass was a blue pony. From the tip of its nose to its rear fetlocks, the pony was colored a rich sky blue, with a mane and tail of royal blue.
“Is it mine?” Heidi asked her mother.
“I think it must be, Darling,” her mother answered. “Someone has left it there for you.”
Heidi quickly put on her clothes and rushed out the back door to play with her new toy. She led the blue pony out the back gate into the field behind the house, and climbed onto the blue pony’s back.
“What are you doing?” the blue pony said.
“I am going to ride you,” Heidi answered.
“And why should I let you do that?” the blue pony asked.
“Because you are a pony,” Heidi answered, “and ponies are supposed to let little girls ride them.”
“Huh!” the blue pony sneered. “Who made that stupid rule? Why should I not be allowed to ride on your back?”
“Because,” Heidi said, “I am too little, and you are too big.”
“You’re right,” the blue pony said. “I am bigger than you. Therefore I shall do what I want to do and go where I want to go. I do not have to obey you because I am bigger than you. And in any case, my desires are more important than your foolish little whims.”
And with that, the blue pony set off at a gallop across the field. It jumped over the fence onto the next farm, with Heidi clinging desperately to its neck to keep from falling off. The blue pony kept on at full gallop for twenty minutes. Finally, five farms over, the blue pony grew tired and stopped to eat some grass.
Heidi quicky jumped off the blue pony’s back and said, “I do not like you, blue pony. You have taken me where I did not want to go, and you have left me stranded far from home.” Heidi looked about her and saw, in the middle of the field contentedly munching on grass, a red pony.
As Heidi approached the red pony, it raised its head from the grass it was eating and said, “Good morning, little Missy. Would you like a ride?”
“Indeed I would,” Heidi responded.
“Well,” said the red pony, “climb up on my back then. And where would you like to go, little Missy?”
“Home,” Heidi said.
And pray tell where might that be?” the red pony asked.
“The Peoples farm,” Heidi said. “About four miles down the road.”
“Very well,” said the red pony. “Your wish is my command, little Missy.” And the red pony trotted briskly out onto the road and, with head held high, carried Heidi back to her own front door.
And Heidi did keep the red pony and they loved each other very much, and Heidi and the red pony did live happily ever after.