but the neighbors did. They had two - Princess and Playboy - and their pasture was right next to our yard. I can remember arguing with my brother and my friends over who would go into the pasture to get our ball. Princess wasn't a problem, but Playboy would take a chunk out of anyone that dared to enter his domain. More than one of us kids felt the wrath of Playboy along with the awful feeling of pony teeth sinking into flesh....
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