The pony mentioned above was called Breeze. He stayed in the riding school although privately owned for several years. He was also used for therapeutic riders.
He was sold again and left the stables as I had.
I was working away from 'home' and on a trip back I passed a horse show so went in to catch up with friends I hadn't seen in awhile.
I was chatting stood at the ringside to the minimus jumping. A small girl entered and headed for the first jump. The pony yanked the reins through her hands, swerved and dropped its shoulder throwing the girl into the jump stand. She remounted and tried again for the pony to do the same thing again.
I made a derogatory comment on the pony and my friend said "Well, you should know, that's Breeze!"
I never recognised him as he had turned totally white as he aged.
With that I was in the arena, took the pony from the steward and growled at him. I couldn't give him a quick 'what for,' which he well deserved, but pinched his nostril so he knew I was not going to take any nonsense. The girl back on, shaken and not wanting to continue, I persuaded her to go with me running by her side.
Breeze jumped just fine, I ran over three or four fences and then let them continue on their own. They went clear and she went to ride out the arena but Breeze had other ideas and trotted back to me!
He just needed a bigger person to keep his respect. He knew he was stronger than his riders and took advantage of it.
I love ponies, I respect their characters and intelligence. They are tough and generally hardy.
I don't know if any of you younger people have ever seen Thelwell's pony books, all cartoons but oh so true.