There was once a traveling circus with a wee pot-bellied pony named Arthur. He was sweet, well-mannered, and eager to please.
Unfortunately, patrons preferred to see proud tigers flying through hoops of fire, Asian elephants balanced on colorful balls and myriads of whimsical monkeys riding tiny bicycles. No amount of wishful thinking could ever turn Arthur into a wild exotic animal.
So Arthur patiently awaited the ringmaster’s decision.
On a cold gray winter morning, Arthur traveled to the slaughterhouse. A dreadful place really…
That same morning, a young Mademoiselle named Charlotte drove by and saw the pot-bellied pony waiting in line for the butcher’s knife.
She offered him a carrot and he sat down, so she offered him a new life in her farm.
Arthur may not be a wild tiger but his spirit has not been broken.
He may not be an Asian elephant but I think he enjoys performing much more.
He doubles up as a very comfortable divan.
And Arthur the pot-bellied circus pony that almost died on a winter day also has the prettiest girlfriend ever. A girlfriend with the mane of a lion. What more could you ever wish for?