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I was deep in thought as I saddled up Nico. Recently people had been saying that there was something different about the ponies, that some new coat colours had appeared. I wasn't sure if I believed it myself, and I mostly thought that it was probably a partially gray pony that had rolled in the mud tricking their eyes, but there was one thing everybody agreed on - there were new ponies out there. So I'd gotten all my tasks done early, gotten my supplies ready and come to grab Nico. Nico shifted his weight, eager to set off and frustrated that I was lost in thought. I laughed as I rubbed his nose. I checked once more that everything was securely attached to the saddle, and then hopped onto his back. As usual, he set off at a fast trot - though usually he let me lead the way at first, but not today. He was pulling me in a direction I didn't often take, towards the meadows close to the roadside. They were often frequented by others, drawn there by the sight of all the flowers blooming, but my hayfever meant that the fields were hellish to ride through. I sighed as Nico pulled in that direction. Looks like I was going to be suffering today. We passed through the line of trees that shielded the outer edges of the ranch from the flower fields, and I immediately felt my eyes begin to sting. It was pretty out here, the fields filled with a multitude of colours from all the flowers, but god I hated it here. A sudden buzzing noise filled my ear and instinctively I squeaked and kicked Nico in panic. With a grunt he leapt into a gallop, ears backwards in annoyance.
'Sorry Nico, you know I hate bees.'
He was still determined that we needed to travel in this direction, but I was starting to worry that I was going to have to say no. I directed us to the outer edge of the field, where the shadow of the trees had caused a pathway where there were far less flowers. At least this way I could make an easy escape through the trees if I needed to. 
We travelled this direction for about half an hour, before Nico's ears pricked up and he picked up the pace. Another line of trees blocked the path ahead, closer together than the last set of trees. We managed to just about squeeze through, and as we did I saw that Nico's instincts had been spot on as usual. A herd of ponies were further up the hill, grazing on the sweet grass amongst the flowers. I also realised that I'd been wrong - these were no gray ponies that had rolled too much - many of them were light cream, almost pink.. they were stunning. From where I was I could see a fair few of them but one stood out to me immediately - a darker mare, with a shorter tail and long mane. I urged Nico forwards, but before we'd even got within 10 feet of her, she threw her head into the air and galloped off, letting out a neigh that sounded almost like a laugh. I urged Nico into a gallop, and he happily obliged. We had done this chase multiple times before, and we were well practiced by now - we'd steadily gain on the mare, get close enough for me to clip a bell ribbon to her mane, and then veer off. But after a few seconds, I realised that something was different - we weren't gaining on her, and in fact we seemed to be dropping back from her. Pushing Nico on, to his top speed, we began to gain a little ground. The mare turned her head to glance at us as she ran, and let out another whinny-chuckle, before putting on a burst of speed herself. Nico seemed to take this as a personal affront, and got even faster, perhaps faster than we'd ever gone before. But the mare still stayed stubbornly ahead of us, though at least the distance wasn't increasing anymore.
I felt for the lasso attached to my belt, and pulled it into my hands, loosing the reins and trusting Nico to keep up the chase. I'd almost left this behind, since we'd never had to use it before and I thanked my lucky stars that I'd decided to bring it anyway. I began to swing it above my head, slowly increasing the speed, keeping my eyes focused on the mare's head and where I wanted it to land. I span it faster, faster... now! I threw it and thanks to the hours of practice at the ranch, it slipped neatly over the mare's head and tightened around her neck. She screamed in fury and kicked out at us, but I kept the pressure on the rope steady. Slowly, we began to gain on her, inch by painful inch. We began to draw level and just as I was about to slide out to reach her mane she levelled a kick straight at me. I pulled myself out of reach and into the saddle, cursing at the near miss. Okay, we were going to have to be fast this time. I kicked Nico forwards at the same time as I gave a sudden pull on the lasso, and while she was reacting to that I almost flung myself sideways and hastily clipped the ribbon into her mane. I retreated without even checking it was secure, and signalled Nico to slow, turning as we did so to let the lasso slide off the mare's neck. She screamed once more, free of the rope, and then fled into the distance. 
Nico and I stood there for a moment, both breathing heavily, before I gave him a good pat on the neck. 'Let's head home.'