SAMMY WHISKERS

New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, 10 April 1926, Page 16

SAMMY WHISKERS

My pony was born at Blair and Hunter’s farm, at Hawera, where there were a lot of little ponies like himself. One was so small that the children took it into school. The master led him round, gave the children a lesson on ponies, and christened him Scholar. Mr Blair and Mr Hunter bought the farm next to us, and Sammy Whiskers and Scholar, with their mothers, came the fortyeight miles by road. Then my brother got Sammy Whiskers and broke him in for us. He put him off a few times. My sister rode him a few times before she was put off. But now we fall off and fall on and don’t hurt ourselves. He will eat app'es and lollies, and we have to watch our lunch baskets or he will get away with it. One day a girl friend and I were coming home from school. She had some lunch in her pocket. He shook the serviette and threw it away, then ate the cake.

My sister rode him in the Wanganui Show; he jumped well, but did not get a pTize. ‘ We take him to the beach, I and he likes to go in the sea. We have to tie the gates or he will open them. Rut be is a dear, cunning, old pony. We plait up his tail and' mane and put ribbon and flowers on him, and we stand on his back and ride. He is having a rest because he has got too fat and gone lame. ... he has to be shut up half the day. We have a very pretty waterfall, and the creek runs through the rooks out to sea. We gathered a half tin Of mussels and cooked them on tne beach, and we all thought tftem gooa. We took Sammy Whiskers, down to have a bathe, and we did have tun getting him down the steep ti'ack. We had to push and pull to get him down, but he did not mind the water when we got him there. MOLLIE WINTER, (aged 9) Maxwelltown.