Don't worry, she got her revenge. Ok this is the setup.
'There are thirty cows down below, why don't you get on Sugar and bring them up'.
Naive, trusting, empty headed fool that I am, I did not hear the twisted malice in her voice.
I look out. A little shaggy, stocky just 13.2 hand bay pony is in the yard, head down, one leg c0cked. Looks like she's got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. I am thinking, how bad can this be?
She says, unctuously, snakelike, appealingly: 'And why, Sugar is DEAD BROKE. You don't need a saddle OR a bridle.....weeeee call her sugar because she is so sweeeet....'
What is Sugar? 'Oh we don't knoooow.....not a Quarter Horse, for sure....'
Soothing, slithering, I still don't see the venom in her sweet blue eyes. bat bat bats her eyelashes and smiled swweetly, and I suspect nothing. Out I go to slide onto Sugar, and down we go to the cows, Sugar is practically asleep and I am having to almost boot her at every stride. Come ON sugar, my love, we have to walk at least fast enough to move the cows.
Fool, oh foolish youth!!!!
We get down to the bottom pasture, and there are my 30 cows. All of a sudden, Sugar comes alive, her ears pin back, and she starts lunging, snaking her neck, darting from side to side, right on a cow! I am eyeball to eyeball with this cow! The cow of course, starts acting like it's been fed corn and starts doing a wild mad dash, the pony snakes her neck down and flies at the cow, jams on the brakes, spins like a national horse to one side and turns the cow again, again again. Got that one, another one is making a break for it, we're ON IT! National class action, down here at the bottom in two feet of black mud! And PLENTY OF COWS! WHY, We could do this ALL AFTERNOON!
I HAVE NO MANE! I HAVE NO SADDLE! The pony has no withers! MOST of my language is pretty unkind at this point and is directed not at cattle, pony or the natural world, but at JUDY. Jeeeeeeeee Christmas Judy when I get back up to that house! IF I DO! Well, I found a tiny bit of mane on the wither, most of which I pulled out, LOL, I stayed on, I was NOT going in that mix of black mud and cow patties, I went the distance. And the SECOND that little pony had the cows up to the barn, she went right back asleep, and right back to that old kick-n-go pony.
I walk in the house with jello rubber legs, and Judy, her dad and all the little Judies, they are all LAUGHING SO HARD! Says Judy, I can see the whole thing from the picture window, there you were, HAW HAW HAW! Only her mom, WHO IS A SAINT, is saying, now Dad, now Judy that was NOT VERY NICE.
Now by this time I should of known that this girl was the devil, but she got me a couple other times real good.
Still revenge came in due time. One time she was taking a poultry processing class, and she woke up in the middle of the night, 'PUT EACH IN SEPARATE BAG! PUT EACH IN SEPARATE BAG!'
Of course that is what we were all chorusing when she was trying to impress her fiance, but that is another story.....