Fine. You'd best hang on tightly to the little beast. I don't know where he's going to carry you.
[And without a WHOLE lot of ceremony, Jack will lift her onto Murphy's back. The pony simply glares at him. Come on, Jack. No child has ever come to harm on his back.]
Hang on tight to the hairy bit. You're spoiled for choice, really.
[Right. That was going too far. With a snort and a light nip at Jack's arm, Murphy begins to walk forward, very careful about the girl on his back.]
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[And without a WHOLE lot of ceremony, Jack will lift her onto Murphy's back. The pony simply glares at him. Come on, Jack. No child has ever come to harm on his back.]
Hang on tight to the hairy bit. You're spoiled for choice, really.
[Right. That was going too far. With a snort and a light nip at Jack's arm, Murphy begins to walk forward, very careful about the girl on his back.]