MAISY: Giddyup, duck, you're getting left behind.
DAISY: Left behind sounds good to me.
MAISY: Don't be daft. Just hang on and keep your heels down.
DAISY: Woe! Woe!
MAISY: Stop your mithering
DAISY: I'm telling him to 'whoa'. Slow down, boy. Nice horsey.
MAISY: We're only trotting. Wait 'till we get on to the beach. We can have a good gallop.
DAISY: Don't even go there. You said you didn't have to be able to ride to do this pony trekking. When did you learn, anyway?
MAISY: All celebs can ride, duck. It's a must for the CV. What if I was cast for Braveheart?
DAISY: Yeah, right.
MAISY: I'm a natural. My instructor said he'd never seen a seat like mine.
DAISY: I'll bet.
MAISY: You're socially dead at country house parties if you don't know your snaffle from you surcingle. Come on, duck. Up, down! Up, down! You're like a sack of spuds on horseback.
DAISY: At least I'm not like a sack of spuds all the time.
MAISY: What's that, duck?
DAISY: Errrr...these blossom buds look very fine.
MAISY: Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Anybody who's anybody can ride a horse. I myself personally...
DAISY: Oooo, look, the beach. I think I'm getting the hang of this horse riding malarky. I can't wait to have a gallop!
MAISY: Well, duck. I won't mind if you can't keep up with me on your first attempt. You really mustn't worry if you fall off.
DAISY: I won't if you fall off first!
MAISY: Pardon, duck?
DAISY: Nothing. Look out, here we go.
TREK LEADER: Whole ride, prepare for canter.
DAISY: Whhhhheeeeeee! This is fun!
MAISY: Cor blimey! Me flippin' saddles' slippin'! Aaaarrrrggghh! Ooof!
DAISY: Never mind, duck: 'I can ride' comes before a fall!
(From Ferrets First - August/September 2004 - #19)