We have new neighbours. It started when an enormous lorry turned up in the next field and spat out a dozen brown ponies. Then another two lorries came and suddenly the field is heaving. Meanwhile, someone is hammering in what look like goalposts and the house is full of midgets speaking Spanish. The icing on the cake came when a huge helicopter buzzed the goats (VERY funny), landed amongst all these brown ponies and someone festooned with bling got out. Apparently this is the owner.
So, all is quiet for a few days then the human & I go for a tool across the fields. I was doing very nicely thank you when my canter is rudely interrupted by a "TONK" and something white and fast whizzes past my nose. This is followed by one of the brown ponies coming through the hedge complete with midget, mallet and apologies in Spanish. The ball is then bashed back through the gap in the hedge and the midget disappears. Well it was rude not to go and see what was going on, so ignoring the WORDS coming from the human I make for the gap in the hedge to go and investigate.
Chaos.
Suffice to say, I don't think Argentinians have ever seen a fat pony try and join in a polo match. The proceedings grind to a halt quicker than you can say "anyone for pimms?" The bling-laden owner is standing there with his mouth open and all the brown ponies are running away. The human is now puce with embarrassment and trying to apologise in as many languages as possible and I am reversing back through the hedge at mach 3. We are not going for a hack in that direction until the end of the polo season.
P.S. As an interesting postcript to this incident - the human tried to thumb a lift off the helicopter about 3 days later. Needless to say, it didn't stop.
