At the Purly wedding Curly was in charge of decorations and everything is black or gray and Pony is too happy to care but when he is looking at wedding photos a few months later he’s like, “Hey babe, did you make our wedding look like an emo gathering :-)??” and Curly is like “Hahaha, hey babe did you know I love you??” and then kisses him to get off the subject
when i was a kid i had this giant gray pony, like massively fat chunky old school quarter horse and she was mean as a snake. and i loved this pony mainly because she liked me and no one else. but when i was too small to really ride her i would go out into her field and climb on, this was a complete ordeal and usually required a running start, and then because of how truly enormous this pony was i could sit criss-cross-applesauce on her back or lounge like i was lying on a couch and read a book or watch the clouds or even a few times take a nap. and this pony could have truly cared less about my teeny-tiny self climbing all over her and would just carry on eating her grass. and sometimes i think about how incredible it was to grow up in the country and have a pony mean enough that my mother couldn’t use her to teach on so i could spend hours at a time just chilln with her.