I'm fed up eating hay!

Flint

It's an unjust world.  There's no use in shying away from the facts. 

Here I am; a fine looking pony, with a fine set of teeth and all the grass in the world surrounding me and I cannot do what Mother Nature herself expects me to do: Eat it!

It's shear torment to watch new grass grow and not get to sample its flavour.  It's more than an ever hungry pony can stand.  The reason? Well it seems that the water logged ground would find it difficult to support my weight and  Twolegs assures me that if I set hoof on it I will go to my belly and  sink and never get out. What a way to go though; surrounded by all that I hold dear and love: GRASS! 

I'll just finish the contents of this here hay net and then I'll draft a cunning plan...