I’ve been doing some sorting, to see if I have any photos of the house where the box of papers were found. No luck so far, but I have unearthed some old notebooks with the pony stories I churned out age about 11. So far my favourite bit begins:
Chapter 2 (I can’t find Chapter one, but just as well, this is obviously the right place to start)
“Everybody turned to look at her in astonishment. The hammer fell and the white stallion was hers!”
It’s downhill after that, I think, but definitely a good beginning.