Ponies and Pegai

I looked up from my stall, Aqua being pulled out of her stall. Soon enough, Aqua's owner grabbed me. I followed obediently. There that sound was again. An owner was holding a machine that tore up the fresh blades of grass that could be of great use in another horses stomach. The girth, as always, was a shock. Aqua as always refused to let his head near that horribly green bridle. He looked at me with wide eyes. We do this almost every day and he still is a complete pain. As if I could talk though. My owner clutched my reins as she mounted. Off we went on our normal routine through the bush, turn left and -. We were going the wrong way! I halted, senses alert for any kicking. But we kept on going the wrong way. Soon enough, we were next to the grey lining. Only a strip of trees blocking me and the growling machines that always threatened me. Where were we going?