eyes.
âPlease accept this special award for long service to the riders of the Pony Palace,â she says. âI know that youâve been feeling tired for some time now, so today, Rupert, I am officially announcing your retirement.â
It takes a few moments for Kateâs words to sink in. The adults are all standing now, clapping and cheering for me. I donât know whether to feel happy or sad. All the other ponies are snorting and whinnying and congratulating me and I realise theyâve all been in on this all along. Kate places a ribbon around my neck and gives me a gentle kiss on the nose.
âI know you can be a bit grumpy sometimes,â she says. âBut youâve always come out to ride, rain, hail or snow â even when you didnât want to.â
She turns to the audience. âLadies and gentlemen, Rupert will be retiring from all riding lessons, but heâll still be living here at the Pony Palace and youâre all welcome to come and visit him.â
Kate smiles at me and scratches me softly behind the ear.
âJamie insisted that we celebrate your retirement like this, Rupert. Heâs your biggest fan and heâs really going to miss riding with you. But youâll still be here and youâll still be loved and surrounded by all your friends. Weâre very lucky to have you, Rupert â and I hope you know how lucky you are to have had so many wonderful riders over the years.â
And do you know what? I absolutely do. Jamie parades me around the arena and the noise of applause and congratulations is deafening. I can see grown-ups who rode me when they were boys and girls many years ago, back when I was as young and spirited as Skippy. For some of them I was their very first pony.
I see Barney and Biscuit and Kaz and Tonto and Daisy and lots of the other horses who have shared this arena with me over the years. And as Jenny pulls the big door of the arena back, we all look outside and see the sun setting over the Pony Palace and I really have a lump in my throat. The stables and the arena are all bathed in a soft, pale light that twinkles on our coats. Itâs the perfect ending to a perfect day.
Our riders dismount and walk us to our stables. Parsley is nickering softly to me and Skippy is telling me she hopes she will serve the Pony Palace for as long as I did. They tell me theyâve been keeping this a secret for weeks. I canât believe how lucky I am. I may be getting old and tired and grumpy, but I still have lots of wonderful friends here. Our riders are brimming with excitement about their own lives, too.
âI canât believe Dad came to see me! Iâm so happy heâs home!â Ben is saying.
Sophie seems to be on cloud nine too, telling the boys how her mum and dad are both going to come to lessons with her every week from now on.
Jamie is the quietest, and I know heâs still a bit worried about his granddad. I think heâs going to really miss me â and I know Iâm going to miss him. I think heâs been my favourite rider of all time at the Pony Palace.
We can smell the sweet, clean straw as we walk into the stables and as our bodies warm up, we whinny across to each other â Parsley, Skippy and me. We look out over the half door and watch the happy families leaving the Pony Palace together. I think about the lovely, long future ahead of me; relaxing and grazing and taking each day at my own pace, watching new kids and old kids come and go, keeping an eye on Kate and keeping the other ponies in line, and I know I couldnât be happier. Long live retirement and long live the Pony Palace!
The End
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Fact Files
Name: Skippy
Colour: Grey
Height: 13 hh
Loves: Cantering
Hates: Staying still
Name: Parsley
Colour: Chestnut
Height: 12 hh
Loves: Looking pretty
Hates: Other ponies being too close to her bottom!
Name: Rupert
Colour: Chestnut
Height: 12 hh
Loves: Relaxing in his