Monday, July 17, 2006

The History of Ponya Omonya

By Chris Hooton, as told by Ella Hooton

Once upon a time in the beautiful kingdom ruled by the sweet princess Ella, a most amaizing thing happend. Ella wasn't feeling well. She was lonely, so lonely she thougth she would die. She went to the Royal Doctor, and while there, outside the window she caught a glimps of something beautiful and strange.

The train was pulling into the station. A beautiful black streamlined steam engine, pulling car after car of passangers. That was not what caught Ella's eye. Something red streaked by. On the top of train, braced against the wind, red main fluttering, stood a beautiful white pony, her muscles ripling under shiny skin.

She left the doctor's waiting room, and peered around the corner. The horse was gone. Passangers were beginning to file off the train. She ran down the platform, catching quick looks between the cars as she went. No sign of the horse. Se stopped and rested against a lamp post. She looked up between the gas lamps she saw the mighty legs of the white horse, then the belly, hind legs and finally the tail sailed over her. The horse set down lightly with a bright clop-clop and shook her head at Ella over her wings.

"Wings!" Ella thought. "What a beautiful creature. I will name you Ponya Omonya, for you are the fairest pony I have every seen."
She touched Ponya's long white face. The horse whinnied her aproval shaking her long mane, red as burgundy wine.

Princess Ella climbed on Ponya's back. The ribbons atop her cone shaped hat fluttered in the wind just like Ponya Omonya's mane. With one mighty thrust they were in the air. Higher they soured under Ponya's strong wings. They looked down on Ella's garden full of beautiful flowers and broccoli. They circled the castle tower, but Ella urged her on. There was no one there, she lived there alone with stuffed animals and toys, and books.

Ponya seemed to know where to take Ella. She flew long, and hard, and gracefully, over rivers, over forests, over lakes and seas. She flew high over towns sparkling in the dusk. Ella could see a train chugging along slowly underneath them.

Soon they began to decend. She knew the place. It wasn't her kingdom, but it was familiar. Ponya lighted on the cobblestone infront of a little house.
"Grandma! Grandpa!" Ella yelled as she rushed to the house. Ella wasn't lonely any more.