“My Pretty Pony,” narrated by Jerry Garcia, is more of a reflection by an old man to his grandson about the passage of time and the importance of not wasting any precious minute. As per King, this piece is a reminiscence of a character who was supposed to be a protagonist in a violent story, which was abandoned by King while writing as Richard Bachman. In that story, the protagonist is supposed to remember his times with his grandfather, the part which was picked for writing this short story.
“You’re a goddam funny kid, Clivey,” he said. “I got sixteen grandchildren, and there’s only two of em that I think is gonna amount to duckshit, and you ain’t one of em—although you’re on the runner-up list—but you’re the only one that can make me laugh until my balls ache.”
No horror, no tension, no suspense, more of an existential treatise on how time is relative (yeah, Mr. Hawking is mentioned).
Of course, this point of view has been included in other of Mr. King’s works (notably the “Dark Tower” stories).
Nice little change of pace; Mr. Garcia’s narration, while at times monotonous, seems fitting to this unhurried reflection.