When I was 12 I rode a pony named Shady in a horse show. We had a difference of opinion about whether we were going to jump a certain fence. She won the argument and I ended up with a picture of myself in the Sunday paper writhing in pain and a month on crutches. Adina has never put me on crutches.
At camp when I was 9, a pony bit my friend on the boob. Adina has never bitten me on the boob.
A pony once kicked my mother in the ribs and broke them. Adina has never broken my mother's ribs.
I had a pony who liked to sleep in shavings covered in his own urine. As far as I know, Adina does not sleep in either shavings or urine.