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SFF Horse Breeds: Attack of the Pony Brain

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Published on October 28, 2019

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Last time when I talked about ponies and the custom of mounting small children on them as a progression toward riding a full-sized horse, I mentioned, briefly, the phenomenon called Pony Brain. Commenter princessroxana then asked, So just how wicked is that pony brain? On a scale of Despicable Me to Maleficent?

My response was immediate and reflexive: Thanos.

I may have been exaggerating. But not by much.

On the one hand, the equestrian classes particularly in the English-speaking world have habitually started their children on ponies. On the other, ponies are notoriously clever, wicked, headstrong, and challenging to handle.

A child’s pony is, by definition, small enough for a child to ride. Short legs can reach down past the saddle flaps to control the speed and direction of the pony, and small persons can mount from the ground or with minimal help. Smaller also means less weight to struggle against and less height to contend with when grooming and saddling.

A full-sized horse, even a smallish horse, is gigantic for a young child. She may not even come up to the bottom of his barrel if he’s more or less standard height for a Thoroughbred. Mounting him literally requires a ladder, and once she’s up there, the saddle that fits him will probably be so long in the flaps that her legs touch his sides minimally if at all. He may not even notice her light weight, and if he makes a sudden move, she’s all too likely to come flying off. Even if she stays on, she might not be able to control him.

Hence, the pony: more in proportion to the child, and presumably more controllable. Certainly less far to fall.

It’s a lovely concept. It often works, too; many a child has learned to fall safely off a pony big enough to carry her but small enough to allow a relatively easy landing. In between adventures in solo flight, she learns to balance, rate speed, and steer on the flat and over obstacles.

As she grows, it’s assumed that she’ll outgrow her first pony or two or three, until she’s tall enough and accomplished enough for a full-sized horse. That won’t necessarily stop her from riding old Rusty as much as she can, even if she has to hold her feet up to keep them from dragging. We do get attached, and pony life spans being what they are, Rusty may be teaching our children to ride just as he taught us.

The other side of the coin however is that infamous brain. Horseman’s wisdom says that horses in the main are calmer, more cooperative, and less clever than ponies. A horse may argue but he’ll generally give in, and your basic all-around working horse is wired to cooperate. His problem with very small riders is that the all-purpose equine vehicle survives in part by tuning out what I call human white noise: the clumsiness and imprecision, from the horse’s perspective, of the monkey bouncing around on his back. A large monkey at least will manage to get his attention by sheer force of weight and inertia. If that monkey is child-sized, he may ignore it altogether.

Ponies, by simple physics, may have a harder time blowing off the small monkey. But that doesn’t mean they can’t do it anyway. They’re smart and they know it. They’ll find endless ways to get out of doing what they’re told. And they can size up a rider in a nanosecond, and calculate exactly how much they can get away with.

None of this is absolute. There are plenty of gentle, kind ponies, and a corresponding number of evil-genius horses. Self-fulfilling prophecy plays a role. If you expect your equine to act and think a certain way, all too often you get what you set him up for—especially if it’s bad behavior.

The fact that ponies are mostly ridden by inexperienced children plays into it as well. The pony (or horse) does what he’s allowed to do. If the rider or handler isn’t able to correct him when he pushes his limits, he’ll keep pushing.

If the pony is big enough to carry an adult or an older child with solid training chops, he generally learns to be more cooperative. He’s been set boundaries and he knows there are consequences if he transgresses them. He will still test his limits with a less adept rider, as any equine of any size will, but hopefully not to the same extent as a pony who hasn’t had that level of education.

Even a very small pony, down to miniature size, may benefit from in-hand and driven training. It’s all about setting limits and making sure he respects them, and maintaining them as much as possible no matter who is handling or riding him.

Still. Pony smarts are definitely a thing. It may seem rather horrifying in light of modern child-rearing philosophy to entrust the small human to an animal who not only has a mind of his own, he’s not all that inclined to be nice to the human. Isn’t it dangerous? Won’t the child get hurt?

Equestrian sports are in fact quite dangerous. Large, strong flight animal meets small, weak predator. Even a small pony outweighs the average adult human by a fair fraction, and is remarkably strong and agile into the bargain.

That doesn’t stop a horsekid—of any age. The strength of the connection between horse and human, and the exhilaration of riding or driving or simply being close to so much power and athleticism that has, to whatever degree, decided to share it with you, far outweighs the fear.

Ponies may be evil and they may be too clever for anyone’s good, but they’re amazing teachers. A kid who can persuade a headstrong pony to cooperate with her, and who can stay on that very round back in the process, is well set up to handle the greater size and strength of a horse. She may even be grateful for the gentler temperament of the steady-Eddie horse, who won’t devote his life to squirting out from under her, scraping her off under tree branches, hauling her from one patch of grass to the next, taking off over a log without warning, chasing her out of the pasture when she comes with halter in hand…

Or she may find she enjoys a horse who talks back, and seeks him out in the larger sizes. If there’s one thing that’s sure about horses and ponies, it’s that there’s one for every taste, and Pony Brain isn’t necessarily restricted to the under-14.2-hand set. Even the Thanos of ponies has his match in the human world, someone who welcomes the challenge.

Personally I’m more inclined toward Maleficent—it’s the War Mares for me. But I’m pretty fond of my haughty little pony-sized pooka with the giant-horse movement, too. The one who, alone of all the equines I’ve ridden since my teens, has been able to launch me off his back (three times! we’re counting!), and mocked me when he took off bucking and swearing. He’s still my soul pony. I may cuss him out, but I’ll get right back on, having learned a few things in the process.

Photo courtesy of Judith Tarr

 

Top photo: Wikimedia user Albarubescens (CC BY-SA 4.0)

Judith Tarr is a lifelong horse person. She supports her habit by writing works of fantasy and science fiction as well as historical novels, many of which have been published as ebooks by Book View Cafe and Canelo Press. She’s even written a primer for writers who want to write about horses: Writing Horses: The Fine Art of Getting It Right. Her most recent short novel, Dragons in the Earth, features a herd of magical horses, and her space opera, Forgotten Suns, features both terrestrial horses and an alien horselike species (and space whales!). She lives near Tucson, Arizona with a herd of Lipizzans, a clowder of cats, and a blue-eyed dog.

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Judith Tarr has written over forty novels, many of which have been published as ebooks, as well as numerous shorter works of fiction and nonfiction, including a primer for writers who want to write about horses: Writing Horses: The Fine Art of Getting It Right. She has a Patreon, in which she shares nonfiction, fiction, and horse and cat stories. She lives near Tucson, Arizona, with a herd of Lipizzans, a clowder of cats, and a pair of Very Good Dogs.
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5 years ago

I initially read your bio as saying that you lives with cats and a blue eyed frog. I think I will keep believing that.

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5 years ago

I’ve never been interested in equines, but now I really want a pony!

BonHed
5 years ago

I saw a video the other day of a horse that, when anyone tries to ride him, falls over and plays dead. Even just looking like you want to ride him can be enough.

That’s one smart horse.

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5 years ago

It’s the cute factor isn’t it? Ponies get away with being as evil as Thanos because they’re cute. Like cats or human toddlers.

My guess is there are angelic looking little girls out that who are a perfect match for Thanos ponies. 😀

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5 years ago

Ponies and horses used in riding lessons and rentals follow the same play books.  I went with a group of newbie riding friends to a stable. The girl who was taking lessons there was worried that one of us would end up with “Jet the Killer Horse.”  Cue the bad guy/shark attack music. I told the guy in charge that I’d ridden my whole life and had owned a horse for many of those, and to give me whatever kind of horse was available.  I didn’t care.  He brought out “Jet the Killer Horse.”  Cue the bad guy/shark attack music.  My friend almost fainted with terror.  The horse tried the standard tricks.  None worked.  He fell asleep on me!  I had to keep kicking at him to keep him moving.  

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5 years ago

OMG, hahahahaha!! So true about evil ponies, how I love them!  I know a couple that I’d love to ride, if I wasn’t so long in the leg.  I’ve always ridden and loved geldings, but now I’m leasing a mare who has a lot to teach me. She has her own opinion about my riding, and her level of cooperation depends on my level of skill! 

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5 years ago

Here is my Shetland Pony story, from when I was 8 years old, depicted in outline for the sake of brevity:

1) I watched my younger brother get thrown off by twice in a row by this Thanos level beast, going flying each time, landing flat on his back. (Fortunate lout)

2) Each time he went crying to my mother, who was busy with her own horse. “No, he didn’t! Drew, get up on that pony and show him how to ride!”

3) Having watched these events, I was not thrilled with this command, but did so anyway

4) With Thanos level cunning, the pony lulled everyone into a false sense of security for about 50 yards, then proceeded to buck and crow hop on the way back.

5) Although being only 8, I realized in the middle of this that I was going to come off one way or the other, so it was best to do so on my terms. So I sort of leaned over til I dropped out of the saddle….and onto a rock, breaking my arm.

6) After this I moved to the relative safety of running a Palomino Quarter Horse gelding around barrels and poles at local gymkhanas. Much safer.

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Michelle
5 years ago

My sister and I had a red Shetty, named Reddy of course. And he. was. vicious. The 2 big horses we had (retired race pony horse and always fat pinto) were careful and gentle and never stepped on our feet when we went to the pasture in flip flops. Reddy did every time, on purpose. Tried to take fingers when given sugar cubes. We’d ride him with this teeny little western saddle on the hop field road alongside the property with the big horses. He bolted with my next sister on him at least once. And then one time he didn’t do what dad wanted and dad punched him and Reddy was not the one hurt.

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JW
5 years ago

Boy does this bring back memories! Pony Brain, as you call it, was an explicit part of my riding education. I learned to ride from old school cavalry officers — probably I’m the last generation that did. And they barely even paid attention to the younger kids for the first year or two. They just let us run wild across the countryside on the ponies, mostly bareback and with only halters to control them.

It was the ponies who really taught us to ride. Even in formal lessons, we were always put on ponies. And as you gained skills and confidence you would be “graduated” from the kind, nice, easygoing ponies, to the meaner ones. The Queen of the Ponies was named Ginger, and she lived up to every stereotype you’ve ever heard about ginger mares. She delighted in bucking us off, scraping our knees against the side of the arena, and pitching us headfirst over fences. 

No child was permitted anywhere near a “real horse” until they had totally mastered the art of getting Ginger to respect them. And as a system I must say it worked. No one would do this to children in our modern era of law suits. But if your goal is to train riders to have a seat good enough to survive a cavalry charge … then there is no teacher better than a smart, devious, ornery pony!