Denby and I
With my pony Denby
Stella, 11Stroking his soft deep chestnut coat, my fingers gripping his dark mane. His forelock hanging over his eyes and his white stripe running down his face. I put on his black leather bridle and hop on. The best view is through the horse's ears. We are always together, always a team. He's a best friend I can tell all my secrets to. Paddock, beach, show, or river doesn't make a difference as long as we're together. Family is the most important thing and Denby is part of it. He Looks after me and I look after him. And that will never change.