We never got to the forest and funny enough it wasn't my fault. It was Mysla's fault ( Karla's pony). Mysla was in her teasing mood. She wouldn't walk, again. So Giga had to walk into her all the time and push her, while I pushed her on the ass. We agreed to ride back and on the way home we met a sour woman who walked with her dog. She asked if we couldn't have a bag with us and pick up after our horses. My responded was: It's a little difficult to ride with a giant garbage bag + horse poop is very good fertilizer for flowers. It didn't seem like she had anticipated my answer. She was about to become quite angry when Mysla accidentally almost ran into her. Good timing pony! :-D
So we got a good laugh on the way home! Funny how people can whine over small things.
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