[ She beams when he says he's keeping her. Thank God. She could not care for a horse. ]

Good! And where else was I supposed to keep her? I couldn't put her in the yard. What if you'd come over to visit Angela or just been walking by or whatever and seen her? Surprise ruined.

Plus, she was in my room when I woke up, next to the basket. It was hard enough getting her to go down the stairs, holy shit. I live in a closet practically, it is not pony friendly.