Oh my God! How I wish I’d never volunteered to be a pony. The mating failed. Three months they gave me, with six studs, and nothing happened so now I’m being sent to the knacker’s yard. This auto-enema machine has flushed me four times already and it hurts. I’m terrified. I ‘m sweating and I can’t stop shaking.

I saw it once when I was a girl. They’ll hang me upside down by my feet and then the man will push my head back to expose my throat and then he’ll take his knife. No! No! Please God don’t let it happen!

And afterwards they’ll cut the brand off my buttock and send it back to my family to show I’ve really gone, and by then I’ll be . . . well, pet food I suppose and glue or something. Oh I wish I’d never volunteered. I didn’t think of it ending like this.