When I was a kid we had a pony. My Papa got him from a circus that had gone out of business. This pony's job had been to walk around in a circle. Like a carousel only with real ponies. When we got him he used to walk around in a circle in his paddock - and when we tried to get him to go places with us he always kind of listed off to one side.
He was a good pony.
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