"Oh, dear." Daine crouches next to the pony, too concerned to be amused by his predicament yet. At least this isn't the first time she's dealt with a pony caught in a fence. "Hang on, we'll get you out in no time."

Reaching one arm between the bars so she can get at his head from both sides without climbing over him, she says, "We just have to turn your head a bit, then it should slide right out." And if that doesn't work... well, she could always take a bulkier shape and break one of the bars. Giving him an apologetic look, she gently takes his head in her hands. "Ready?"