I laughed today realizing that I'd said we trick-or-treated with a pony so matter of factly. There is nothing matter of fact about trick-or-treating with a pony. Explanation: our friends live in an equestrian neighborhood tucked next to the bay. Their 6 year old's riding teacher told them that every year a family takes Rusty trick-or-treating but that this year no one had asked (the mad look in his eyes? the biting?) and did they want him. Of course, they did, especially since their son was a knight. And of course, we wanted to come, too.