My new pony, Mayo, was neighing to go for a run, so off we went. We started off nicely enough, but suddenly Mayo started getting frisky. It was harder and harder to keep her under control. Finally on the 1/4 mile corner I slipped out of the saddle. It would have been okay, because it was a grassy area, but my foot got tangled in the stirrup and I was being dragged along! The rocky creek was coming up fast when the store manager came out and unplugged the mechanical horse. He chastised me for making such a ruckus and made me promise to never ride Mayo again. I reluctantly agreed, as I noticed the Fire Truck and Elephant out of the corner of my eye.