I was in my backyard riding Bob, my pony, when it appeared. Bob's tiny legs trembled as I took the picture. Later that night Bob and I rode into town to get the film developed. People would stare at me and Bob, we were use to it. Bob was a special pony. Years later, when they let me out, I would look at the picture I took that night and think of Bob. I wonder what my life would have been like if Bob and I stayed in that day. This is the picture no man nor pony should ever have to witness.