In fact I was wondering how long the pony could stand this tremendous outflow without dropping down.

Currently, over thirty ponies and horses stood crowded within its confines.

While the pony stood trembling, Umpth, for once, washed his face in the stream without being instructed.

His pony stood with trailing reins beneath the tree.

The pony stood nipping at the new leaves, unaware of the boy'.

The horse and the pony stood on either side of the tangled bush.

At night, the dogs made warm holes under the snow, but the ponies stood on top of the snow.

The pony stood like a statue for him, utterly trusting.

The ponies stood for an instant transfixed with terror.

Their ponies were standing crowded together with their heads down.