The sound of little hooves trotting over stone and grass was the first thing Flying Beagle and Stoa recognized. Flying Beagle stopped and pricked up her ears. A potato shaped, black headed pony raced along the outdoor arena like a rocket. Sometimes Mr Rassler says: "Our racing horses brings that much adrenalin in the air that even this little guy wants to become a racing champion." The little future racing champion named Ferdinand is a perfect runaway too. The most people underestimate such a little pony, they can´t understand which incredible free mind is living behind this big eyes. If you don´t look he has bitten the leadrope. And then you can search for a small horse on a big stud. Good Luck!