Ponies

Tom likes ponies.

I prefer ponies to unicorns.

You know what they say on the Internet, dad: only a poor soul that's never watched the ponies doesn't like them!

A circus is a place where horses, ponies and elephants are permitted to see men, women and children acting the fool.

"Hello, Harry!" "Argh!" "I'm leaving your stinky body!" "W-why?" "Because every day you're fapping to ponies — and never wash your hands."

"Alright, I think you'll agree to this one." "I am NOT dressing as a banana." "The Equestrian ponies want you to dress as a banana. It is your civic duty. ...Look, I have been making compromises. My new provision only makes you dress as a banana during state functions." "It does not belong in a budget plan, Luna." "Well, how else am I supposed to get you to dress as a banana? You have refused to be open to negotiations!" "You know we have two weeks to agree on a proper budget." Two weeks later, after no agreement could be reached, the violence began.

I like ponies.

Tom and Mary fell off their ponies.

“That is the great Grimpen Mire,” said he. “A false step yonder means death to man or beast. Only yesterday I saw one of the moor ponies wander into it. He never came out. I saw his head for quite a long time craning out of the bog-hole, but it sucked him down at last. "

Tom and Mary love their ponies.