cha cha

When I was four I had a pony named Cha Cha that no one could ride. She was so mean spirited we had to hire a jockey from the racetrack in Canadaigua to ride her. I tried several times to ride my pony. I stopped after she threw me into the poison ivy patch. A bloody nose was one thing, but poison ivy was no fun at all. That little pony was a pain in the butt.