Jerry, the stallion pony, appeared in a very excited state.
Said George: "He's always like that when he can sniff Jenny. Shall I turn her in with him?"
"Yes, do George," said Pat: "it must be funny to see how they do it."
"Well, it's only fair," I replied, "the pony saw our spree the other day, so let her in, my boy, to please Pat and make her want a bit herself."
The little stallion greeted his mate with a very wild whinney, and his thick, black, india-rubber looking affair shot out in excitement as he wanted to mount her in an instant. I kept my eyes on Pat, whose blushing face only too plainly indicated how the scene affected her.
George held the mare's head, as Jerry mounted on her rump, but the stallion's p***s quite failed to find the exact place of entrance, pushing and pushing
