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Yes, Margie? Auntie, where are we going to keep a pony? You have, Margie. Yeah, that's a good question. We'll have to keep them in the garage, I guess, for the time being. Hey, Key, Mark. In the garage? Well, we have a two-car garage and only one car. There should be room for a little more house power in there. You won't think it's funny if the pony starts eating your tires and things. Oh, you're thinking about a ghost. Say, speaking of ghosts, I wonder if Judge Hooker had lent us his trailer to haul the pony home. That'd be just the thing. I could have a tailgate and everything. What's a tailgate? At least the gate you let down to get things in and out of the trailer, my dear. Oh, all the girls know about us, babies. No, Leroy. Auntie, look out the window. Here comes Mr. Bullard up the walk. Mr. Bullard? What have you done now, Uncle? Nothing I can think of. With a neighbor like Bullard, you never know. I'm coming. Why doesn't he take his finger off the bell? He must be mad about something. Well, the neighbor even makes the doorbell sound tough. If he fools with me, I'll short-circuit the wires. Hello, Mr. Bullard. Thought I heard somebody at the door. You did. Is there something I can do for you? There is. What? Gilda Sleeve, tell the mailman to stop leaving your mail at my house. Oh, here's the postage and that letter he left last week. Here's the two cents. I am not interested in the two cents, Gilda Sleeve. Yeah, he's not. Here's a card that came this morning. You have. Thank you. Don't mention it. Gilda Sleeve, speak to the postman. I'm tired of trotting across the street with your uninteresting mail. He's sorry. Say, this is from Railway Express. Railway Express? Yeah, it looks like it, Leroy. Pony? Yeah, we're right with you, Leroy. Thank you. Yes, Mr. Bullard. What's this about a pony? Well, Leroy's Aunt Hattie has sent him a pony. A horse across the street from me? No, just a little pony. A Shetland. Gilda Sleeve, there's hardly room for you and me on this street to say nothing of adding a quadruped head. No, Bullard, let's not be difficult. Don't you tell me what to be, you ninkabook? Watch it, Bullard. The twins are asleep. Gilda Sleeve, step out on the porch and close the door. Why? I want a shout at you. Now, Bullard, there's no reason for anybody to shout at anybody. The pony's coming and the pony's staying. It is none. It is so. Gilda Sleeve, this is a residential district, not the stockyards. You're a little Leroy. I'll not tolerate a horse. It's enough to live across the street from a... a water buffalo. He's a hard man to like. Pull up closer to the garage, Judge. Very well. I just didn't want to tear down the pony's new home. You know, I'm hurrying, my boy. I'll let down the tailgate and you can lead the pony out. Yeah. He's a splendid animal, Leroy. Three black feet and one biking. All right, Leroy. Hang on to the bridle. Now, lead him down. Okay. Come on, boys. Leroy, you're a natural-born horseman. Yeah. Where'd you come from, little man? I was just walking home. Where'd you get the pony, Leroy? How tall would you say he is, Judge? How many hands? Well... Where'd you get the pony, Leroy? Where'd you get the pony? Leroy, why don't you answer your little friend? He's just jealous, like all the other kids. Can I pet him, Leroy? Leroy? Whoa! Who wants a monk? Oh, yes, hay. We've got hay out at our place and oats. We'll get hay and oats, won't we, Leroy? Sure, anything you'll eat. Oats and hay in the garage? Yeah, that's temporary, Judge. We'll build a little stable behind the garage. What are your neighbors going to think, Leroy? You know, I already know what one of them thinks. Well, I hate to be an alarmist, but if the neighbors object, they could make you move the pony out of there. They could? Hey, look, they live in the city. Well, you can keep them out of my place, Leroy, at the edge of town. Oh, go away! Leroy... Well... Oh, I think it'll be all right for Leroy to keep the pony. I can't imagine anybody being mean enough to object. Oh, I can. Now, let's not be selfish, Leroy. Leroy, may I get acquainted with Birch? Well... Hello, boy. Look, Gildy, he's nuzzling. Yeah, he's a pretty sociable pony. Thanks, Judge. Now, Birch, I'm ticklish. Be careful. Who likes me, Gildy? Well, there's no reason why a pony shouldn't get along with an old goat. You know, I, George, this is the best thing that ever happened. Oops. There's a bullet glaring out of his big bay window. No wonder if he would cause trouble. Well, I'll go over and have a neighborly talk with him. Feed him to the punch. Yes, sir. The best defense is a good defense. And that's me, offensive. You sure? I'll beard the lion in his den in a diplomatic sort of way. Yeah, he won't lean on the door by the way he does at my house. I'll just touch it slightly. Yes? Oops, bullet. I didn't expect you to open the door so soon. I was torn between opening it and locking it. Hey, hey, hey. May I come in? For a minute? For a minute? If you're not busy. For a minute. Thank you. Did you come over with good news, Gildesleeve? Good news? That you aren't really going to convert your garage into a barn? Convert the garage? Oh, no, indeed. Good. You were going to build a stable behind the garage. Oh, no. Gildesleeve, I have a good mind. Mr. Bullard, don't do something you'll be sorry for. How could I ever be sorry for running you and your menagerie out of the neighborhood? No, Mr. Bullard, it isn't my pony. It's Little Leroy's. I don't care whose it is. Sit down a minute. I won't. Mr. Bullard, you were a little boy once. I was not. I was big for my age. Well, as a big little boy, you must have had pets, rabbits, chickens, horses. I had a string of polo ponies at the age of ten. But I didn't keep them in my garage. You know, Mr. Bullard, I've always wanted to ask you about that picture of a horse there over your mantle. That? That's Maud. Fine figure of a horse. Splendid old girl, Gildesleeve, my favorite pony. She had beauty, brains, poise. You know, you can see that. And a fighting heart, just like me. I'll never forget the night Maud lay in her stall with horse fever. You know, sit down, old man, and tell me all about it. Thank you. Yes, I was just a lad, and Maud meant all the world to me. Yeah, that's the way Leroy feels about Butch. Eh? Well, go ahead. I'm interrupting. Well, about eleven o'clock that night, I heard Maud pawing in her stall. Maud and I were so close, I knew immediately that something was wrong. I dressed quickly, and when I got to the stable, she was down. Too bad. She was hot with fever, Gildesleeve, but she was shivering. I covered her with blankets. All night in the hay, I lay there with her head cradled in my lap. Did she pull through? Although it was that dark moment just before the dawn. Then, as the morning sun filtered through the haymow, Maud raised her great-for-big brown eyes as if to say, Thank you, Rumpson. She made it. Yes, she made it. Here, take my handkerchief. Thank you. Mr. Bullard, what would you have done if somebody had tried to separate you and Maud? Why, they wouldn't have dared. Anyone who'd separate a boy and his favorite horse would be a heartless blackout. Let's remember that, shall we? Goodbye, Bullard. Goodbye, Maud. I mean, Gildesleeve. I have good news for him, Bertie. Yes, sir? I just talked to Mr. Bullard, and Leroy won't have any trouble keeping butch. That's good. Leroy sure is tickled with that pony. They're outside having lunch now. Yeah, they are. Leroy made himself a cheese sandwich and took butch of lump of sugar and a handful of shredded wheat. Yeah, fine. I'll go out and see how they're doing. What's the matter? Oh, my goodness, Leroy, what happened? Don't disturb the neighborhood. Let's get busy and find him before he tramples somebody's flowers. You go down the alley and I'll go up the street. Yeah, that pony can't be far away. Let's see. Which way would he go? Say, here comes Bullard, leading him across the street. He's caught Leroy's pony. Now isn't that thoughtful of him? What a fine neighbor. Well, Bullard, ought to be nice of you to bring the pony over. I am not being nice. The minute you left, he was over in my yard. This animal has to go. But Mr. Bullard, why? He just ate the bull's eye out of my archery target. Well, they like straw, you know. And he's grateful. Look, he's nuzzling you. He isn't that cute. I don't see anything cute about him. He's rubbing his ear against your arm and looking at you with those big, brown eyes. Maud had brown eyes. Brown eyes are so trusting. What do you say, Mr. Bullard? Can he stay? Well, I'll give him one more chance in memory of Maud. Great. Give me Gilda's leave. 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You know, just to keep friend Bullard in a good mood about the pony. I think I'll stop in Peavey's and buy him a couple of cigars. Hello, Peavey. Hello, Mr. Gildersleeve. What can I do for you today? Well, I came in to get a couple of cigars for Mr. Bullard. Mr. Bullard, have you running errands for him now? No, Peavey. I just want to treat him to a cigar. No, Peavey. Well, don't raise your eyebrows, Peavey. I've discovered he's a man with a heart. My, my. That's the greatest discovery since Paracelum. No, Peavey. Bullard's all right. I guess you heard about Leroy's pony. Yes, sir. You understand me, everybody. Well, at first, Bullard objected to our keeping it in the neighborhood. But I found out how to handle him. He took me to find his soft spot. Mr. Bullard has a soft spot? Yep. Right over his mantle. How's that? That's where he keeps his favorite horse. He has a horse over his mantle? He's just a fixer, Peavey. Bullard is pretty sentimental about it. It was his favorite polo pony. Her name was Maude. I used to have a Maude over the mantle. She was Mrs. Peavey's aunt. Really? She couldn't play polo, but her name was Maude. Peavey. Yeah, I'm glad Mr. Bullard isn't giving you any trouble about the pony. Oh, not a bit now, Peavey. I have a meeting out of my hand. Hand me the cigar. Here comes Chief of Police Game. Well, hello, fellas. Hello, Chief. Glad to see you. I'm not so sure you are, Commissioner. Yes, sir. Are you keeping a horse at your house? A horse? Well, not exactly, Chief. Why? It's your pony. Yeah, a little pony. I filed a detailed complaint against the animal. Mr. Bullard? Your fellow who is doing his favor for you. He's, uh, asking for seizure and removal of the poor creature from the neighborhood. Sorry, Commissioner. But, Chief, he said the animal ate the bull's eye out of his archery target. Yeah, I know that. But scarcely an hour ago, he promised to give us another chance. You've had it. You what? The pony slipped his hauler, went back over to Bullard's and rolled in his pansy bed. Oh, my goodness. Chief, can't you do something? My hands are tied, Commissioner. There's an old ordinance on the books, and you're a city official. You don't want to break the law. Well, no. I'm to meet Bullard at your house in 15 minutes to... do the dirty deed. Sorry, Commissioner. So am I. That's the way it is, Leroy. I wanted to tell you before they get here. Gosh, Shunk, do I have to give him up? Well, Leroy, he did roll in the pansy bed. We can't let him be a nuisance. We can't? Of course not. You understand, don't you, my boy? No. Well, in a way, Mr. Bullard's right. The pony won't be too happy. We don't have enough room here in the backyard. Now, look, you don't have too long. Why don't you go and talk it over with Butch? Okay, Uncle. Yeah, I'll go intercept the chief. See what they plan to do. Okay. They aren't going to do anything. They aren't going to find you. Come on, Butch, in the house, through the back door. Of course, out of here. Leroy, you can't take that pony upstairs. Of course, I have heard of ponies in the basement. You have? Especially basements like ours. Keen, Birdie, don't tell anybody you saw us. Leroy, if I told anybody I saw a horse in the house, they'd think I was crazy. Yeah, I guess they would. And Birdie ain't crazy, so she ain't going to tell nobody she saw a horse in the house. Here they come, Leroy. They're coming through the kitchen. Now, we've got to get out of here. Come on, boy. Out the front door. That sounded like a horse. Chief, who ever heard of a horse in a house? Oh, hello, Birdie. Good afternoon, Chief. Birdie, what was that noise? Did you hear something? It sounded like a horse. Could have been me. Birdie. I'm afraid this sounded like something on four legs. Well, I walked also heavy on two. Now, Birdie. Hey, that's coming from out in front. Well, Chief, do your duty. All right. Pretty. Leroy. I'd like that when I have more. I don't think I can catch him if you'll let me through the door. Stop pushing, Chief. Yeah, yeah, stop pushing. But I can't catch him if you don't let me through. Yep. Chief, why didn't you do something instead of just standing there? I tried. You wouldn't let me. I'm not being nice. I simply want to make sure that, well, that Leroy didn't run that pony too far. Well, there he is with the pony. I had a hunch we'd find him out here in little Jimmy's house. Hmm. Good pasture. Not bluegrass, but it's pasture. The chief changed his mind. He knows nothing about horses. Okay. Well, Jimmy offered to keep your pony this morning. And I know you, Leroy. I know you wouldn't break a city ordinance by keeping your pony in town. What's he's going to stay here with Jimmy? I'll be glad to keep him. Boy, will I. Oh, I'm sure you can depend on Jimmy Leroy. He has a nice big pasture out here. Now, we made a deal. He gets to ride him to school and I get to come out and ride him weekends and all summer. And I get to feed him. Sounds like quite a deal. Well, it's legal. Well, I think we better start for home, Leroy. It'll soon be time for dinner. Okay. It's dinner time for butch, too, Jimmy. Leroy, I know how to take care of him. I'm going to give him some most tonight. Well, if you want our oats, he likes shredded wheat. And don't let him roll in the pansy beds. Well, I'm going to put him in the pasture. He can run with the other horses. Oh, he'll like that. They'll be company for it. Yeah. Well, goodbye, Jimmy. Goodbye. Goodbye, Leroy. Goodbye. Come along, Leroy. Okay. Oh, thank you. Thank you. The pony will have a nice home there, Leroy. Horses don't like being in town. They like freedom. The, um, the hard pavements hurts their hooves. You understand, don't you, Leroy? Sure. Poor little Leroy. Lost in his thoughts. He's had a busy day. Yes, Leroy? 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