CHALK THE WELSH PONY

I was born the color of schoolroom chalk. My father was a beautiful Arabian stallion and I look a little like him because I have a long neck and back and sloping shoulders and lots of personality but my legs and neck are a little shorter. He has passed away and now and I live with my mother Brownie. So now we live on the Smith farm. But I was impatient to grow up and become responsible and admired like my dad had been. Playing all the time did not seem to be getting me ready to become a grown-up pony. So come now and listen to my story on how my many adventures and experiences led me to be the pony I am today.