In telling the story of Danny the Wonder Pony it must be assumed he was born as any other human and therefore had someone who cared for him. So it was for Jimmy Winton a college student and one who could not turn down the chance to wander an amusement park.
The contractual bonds which held Marsha to her acting career was as much the same to Jim as he was now a pony stallion. Oh true it must be that in being changed in total form the learned schooling of even a good student like Jim was, would not survive long inside the weak brain of a pony.
Yet too, animals learn patterns of how to live and what is expected of them either by offered food or in Jim's case by explaining it and getting the patterns down before the instincts and beastly lifestyle eek away what he had learned.
Now, it's been almost a year since James L. Winton had left college with his friends and then up and disappeared. His friends reported him missing to the Park security as they reported it back home. Mrs Winton a widow was of course saddened and after the police found no trace she did what most would, she hired me!
Samuel Kingsly, "Private Eye!"
I have investigated several missing people over the last twenty years who wandered off into this massive amusement park only to be never seen again. One would say massive when you consider the old Disney World complex in Florida and Pleasure Island that is five times larger. Big is bigger yet when you take into condiseration the subcontractored parts of the complex such as, Pleasure Island Meat Packers, Pleasure Island Goat and Sheep breeding farm, the Hog farm, the Mackinaw draft horse breeding farm, and there is more.
One needs to be careful when asking about inside a place which tells the world it's prime purpose is to make Asses out of some people!
I took the ferry boat over from the parking lot to the main wharf and dock. I'd been there before and this time was just as bad with all the Hucksters preaching the offers of sensual times, lusty pleasures, and the such.
Standing at the curb I was soon approached by the normal black carriage drawn by eight donkeys, and driven by a huge man in a red coat.
One need wonder as the coach stoped in front of me as to where the Park got so many same colored Donkeys and all about the same ages too? Now I know horses and donkeys from growing up on a farm and they age like us or some even worse.
My carriage ride to the big white pillared hotel was plauged by the many silly or just giddy people who rode with me. It is stupid to hear these people ramble on about this person and that who came to the Park and found employment here or at one of the sub-business' around the Park.
My thoughts were on Jimmy Winton and what happened to him on that April morning during Spring break. His friends told of him joining a throng of boys and a few grown men. They all headed for the Jackass Bar and Grill. It was there my questions will begin.