The pony, called Fat Boy, broke in to Sarah Penhaligon's garden in Newquay, Cornwall, to get to the fruit, which had fallen from trees.
He ate so many apples that he became confused.
Thankfully, he hadn't lost the weight he had been trying to shed lately; the extra bulk kept him warm while in the water.
We've all been there, Fat Boy. Here's to better times.
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Dude! Remember that pony we saw in my neighborhood that one time? Sean and I saw it again. It was "grazing" in someone (presumably it's "owner")'s front yard. Neighborhood ponies are mythical (aka make me believe in the unbelievable)! Yay Fat Boy! (do you think this comment will make us lose our new poetry-smart readers?)
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