"Neigh, neigh," I heard as I dashed toward the horse pen at the Stone Barns. As I got closer, I spotted the beautiful ponies. I couldn’t help but notice that the colors of the magnificent mammals were chestnuts and bay. I stared at the white blaze going down the nose on each of their faces. In the distance I could hear the ponies stomping their hooved feet in the moist mud and manure of the field. The air filled with the fresh farm smells of grass, mud and animals.

By Samantha