These ponies belong to my people.

Where'd you pick up them Injun ponies?

I'll say. I had two ponies drowned under me.

You want a Valentino, somebody with polo ponies, a big shot.

Right here is the corral, that's where I keep my ponies.

Those ponies belong to the hardworking settlers you stole them from.

When a brave takes a bride, he gives four... sometimes six ponies.

There would be, birds outside though there would not be ponies or sheep.

Champagne cold as Valley Forge with about three ponies of brandy under it.

Well, girls and ponies both, the younger you break 'em in, the better.

She says she believes they eat th' grass same as th' wild ponies do.

He would spend it on the ponies He would spend it on the girls

The way I figure, Travis, these ponies ought to bring us 30 a head.

Now, my developers really like ponies, and so they've set that as the default tag.

Them ponies never had a rope on 'em. You didn't tell me they was wild.

We'll hold the ponies in the back corral until we can determine the rightful owners.

And on the other side were all my sister's My Little Ponies ready for a cavalry charge.

And on the other side were all my sister's My Little Ponies ready for a cavalry charge.

Well, said Martha stoutly, I've told thee that th' very birds likes him an' th' rabbits an' wild sheep an' ponies, an' th' foxes themselves.

We were talking about dancing ponies, but I was really jealous of the Walker Arts Center for putting up this festival, because it's very, very wonderful.

Scott had sort of ponies and some tractors and a few dogs, all of which went wrong, and Scott and his team of four people ended up on foot.

Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild ponies and sheep.

Babies, after all, can't talk, and if you ask a three year old to tell you what he thinks, what you'll get is a beautiful stream of consciousness monologue about ponies and birthdays and things like that.

Babies, after all, can't talk, and if you ask a three year old to tell you what he thinks, what you'll get is a beautiful stream of consciousness monologue about ponies and birthdays and things like that.

As two observers recently described it, Daulat Beg Oldie was a kind of transfer point for goods to be loaded on to pack ponies for the cruel journey over the Saser La into the more hospitable Shyok river valley leading to Leh, Turtok, or Srinagar in Kashmir .