The ponies were running better now, but they still wouldn't outrun men on foot.

The ponies broke free and ran screaming from Twisted Cloud.

The pony was only running after him in his mind.

I thought pony run away.

His pony, frightened by the smell of death, ran clattering up the rocks.

The pony ran a few yards ahead of him, slowing when he slowed, racing every time he tried to close ground, until they ran into a small valley.

"We just had an added feature, the ponies running around."

Several ponies ran from the rocks, but spears and arrows sliced into them.

Along the right side of the alley ran the stable where she boarded her pony, Snake Eyes.

His ear had told him that the ponies were running wildly; therefore they must be frightened.