Dreadlocked Pony

The Riding School trialled me, to see if I'd make a good school pony, but my feet hurt so much it was difficult for me to do the things they asked.
I wasn't sure of some of the things they asked me to do, and my interesting 'tult' style trot wasn't what they needed.
So they rejected the idea of buying me.

Sam was upset to think that I may be leaving again so soon, on the back of the scrap van I arrived in, so she persuaded my 'Forever-Nanny', her Mum Debbie, to come and see me, explaining that I had an interesting 'dreadlock' in my mane.

Debbie came to see me, just four days before I was due to go back to my owners, and she fell in love with me straight away too.
She told Sam that I was the double of the pony she'd learnt to ride on as a child.
The first thing Debbie did was to give me a nice brush down, chatting to me all the time, telling me I was handsome.
I liked that!

Sam explained that no-one could comb out my 'dreadlock', so it may have to be cut out.
Debbie looked at it, and laughed, explaining to Sam that the 'dreadlock' was a 'bridle braid', a special loop plaited into my mane to be used to hold onto when I was being ridden bareback and bridle-less.
She told Sam these were traditionally used by travellers, but aren't seen so often these days.
She also knew how to un-braid it without my mane being cut or pulled.