During the wild rice harvest, a young Anishinaabe girl would stay back at the tipi while the family was out on rice beds. Her job was to holler out of the Tipi hole if the little Native Ponies came to munch on wild rice. The little girl enjoyed the ponies so much and she had a special one that seemed to communicate with her with just their eyes. Her special little pony would come out of the bush and without a word it knew that she was going to treat it with rice. She fed them some rice before she hollered, but usually they just wander off. This way everyone was gifted.