I didn't mean to send you spiraling into an existential crisis, Daniele! Turns out normal is boring anyway.
I'm gonna bear my soul and share some deep personal $#*+ here. I don't like ponies either... Shetland ponies, anyway (or "the Devil's Steed" as I call them). When I was 5, I got bit on the stomach by one at a petting zoo. A petting zoo, of all places!!! Stone Mountain, Georgia, autumn 1984. I still remember the image of pulling up my shirt and looking down at my little belly and seeing four giant red teeth marks, as if it was yesterday. Sounds like that well-endowed little beast that chewed up your love of ponies and haunts your past was one of those spiteful creatures. I like normal ponies (those that grow into full-size horses) as much as the next guy, but how many more children have to get bitten before we decide to do something about the Shetland menace?
Shetlands are mean creatures. Ornery to the bone.