A friend told me when she turned 50 she was not too keen on it. But, she got up and went to the kitchen and looked out the window while she made coffee and there was a pony in her front yard. Not a little one but like a Welsh pony that was adult sized.

She was like, every year for my birthday I always wanted a pony, and I'll be damned if one didn't turn up when I need it most! Her brothers came over and went around the neighborhood to figure out who it belonged to, but she said, no way, finders keeper!

I was lol the whole story. I had forgot it until I saw your post. Oh, and Happy B day!