Kizzy had dreamed of every possible way she might get a pony, but she'd never expected to pick one up from the bakery aisle in the supermarket. Wherever he's come from, the pony is everything Kizzy ever wished for. With a bit of training Kizzy knows they'll be winning rosettes in no time. There's just one problem: How do you keep a pony in a twelfth-floor flat without your mum finding out?