Little Leon, Meeting, pickup, and encounters!!

Little Leon, that’s what his owners called him. He was stout and mighty, they’d say. Though mighty wasn’t really a term of endearment here. They all saw him as stubborn and hard headed, and no matter how hard he tried, they didn’t like it when he tried to connect. The little humans didn’t like him, he tried to show them he was harmless, but it never worked. So he sat in the pasture, or his stall, sad. Until one night, it was a bright full moon, and they’d forgotten to close his stall door fully. So he went on a little adventure! Surely they wouldn’t mind, as they didn’t seem to like him that much anyways. So he trotted out of his stall, pushing it open with his hefty shoulders. He waddled through the barn, pushing the door open. The air was cold, it was Ontario winter, the snow fell and the pony waddled through, leaving little hoof prints in the snow. His hooves could be heard, clop, clop, clop, the little pony wading through the snow. He was excited! He was having fun! Bright orange in the white snow while it was pitch black.

Then suddenly… it wasn’t. There were yellow lights behind him, a truck with a trailer pulled to the side of the road, and someone jumped out. A short man and a young girl. Leon whinnied, this was perfect! Exactly what he wanted! He trotted up to them, sniffing their coats. „Daddy, Look at him!“ The girl giggled, moving to his side and cuddling up to Leon‘s fluffy self. „I wanna keep himmm!!“ She laughed, as the pony sniffed her hair, using his lips to mess it up. „Ly, I think he’s the neighbors pony. Remember how you’d see him in the paddock down there?“ The man pointed, back to where Leon belonged. It shouldn’t be that close, right? „But! Look at himmmmmmm!!“ She whined, grabbing the ponies face. Her dad‘s face remained somewhat stern. „Okay, well it’s too far down the road to take him back tonight, I’ll put it on face book but we can give him a comfy night tonight, okay?“ Her father stated, the little girl turning into pure joy. „You heard that pony!! You’re gonna come home with us!“ She laughed, and her dad picked her up, the pony following them to the trailer. „Let‘s get him a temporary halter, k?“ He smiled, his daughter grabbing a light pink halter and sliding it onto Leon‘s face, clipping a lead rope on him in one of the trailer stalls. The trailer was larger enough to fit at most four ponies, and there were two ponies on the other side, Leon neighed at them.

„Who’re you two?“ He whinnied, looking over the barrier. The other two ponies perked their heads up, also resting their chins on the barrier. „Princess!“ „Amalthea.“ Their voices said in different tones, Princess was sassier, while Amalthea was obviously the mother of multiple foals. It sounded like she’d had at least three of her own— and fostered many more. „I’m Leon!!“ he replied with joy, his smile wide and his joy immeasurable. „They ran into me on the road and I really wanna get away from my barn.“ He smiled.

„Why honey? Don’t you like your home?“ Amalthea said, nuzzling him a bit. It was obvious she felt a bit bad for him, who wouldn’t? The poor guy was obviously a little attention starved.

„Well, yeah… but, they didn’t like me a ton, so I got out!“ His face was like a constant :D, who wouldn’t love this little pony.

„Sounds like the kids grew up.“ Princess said with a nod, she seemed a bit more pessimistic and moody than Amalthea, who seemed to want to show him motherly care. „You’re not wrong…“ Amal replied with a sad tone.

„Eh. Either way, I just hope I can stay. I like the little girl.“ He smiled, turning around and looking out the trailer‘s windows.

„I just hope his dreams don’t get crushed…“ Princess mumbled to Amal, who nodded, looking at the little gelding with affection in her eyes.