Ponyhenge is a curious roadside attraction found on the backroad of Old Sudbury Road in Lincoln, MA. Two circles of toy ponies eerily encompass a small pine tree. Be careful parking on the side of the road.
While driving through the backroads of MetroWest Massachusetts, we came across a startling site: about 100 toy rocking ponies on the side of a field. The silent, still ponies along with the setting sun emanated a strange, eerie vibe.


“Are the ponies worshipping the tree?” Benny reluctantly asked.
Hoping to shed some light on the situation, he tried to asked one of the still ponies, but to no avail; they remained quiet.
“It’s like they’re frozen in time!” he whispered.

“Maybe if I hop on one, it’ll wake up!” he suggested.
With this in mind, Benny hoped to awaken one of the seemingly dormant ponies. However, none of them responded.


No pony at Ponyhenge responded to Benny; it was as if he weren’t even there. A thoroughly perplexed Benny walked around both circles, suspiciously eyeing each of the ponies.
“I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I think that tree has something to do with it!” he exclaimed.

“Are you sure you want to mess with that tree?” I asked.
“I need to know what’s going on!” he responded.
Benny approached the small tree with a thinly disguised veneer of bravado. I heard him say to himself, “It’s just a tree, it’s just a tree, it’s just a tree…”
He arrived at the Ponyhenge tree, stuck his paw out, and touched one of the branches.
“Weird, nothing happen–” He was cut off by the shrieking of a crow. Startled, he looked in the direction of the screech.
“Oh, it was just a bird!” he said.
But he had no sooner finished his sentence when one of the ponies he had mounted toppled over. Benny screamed, ran out of the circle, and jumped into the car.
“Time to go!” he said.
I agreed.
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