Baoghaltan Breėsuėlleānnācht Bogponies: History and Origins
The origins of the Baoghaltan Breėsuėlleānnācht Bogponies are as shrouded in mystery and fantasy as anything else Baoghaltan. Current evidence (no longer available due to The Liquifaction) suggests that, since nothing is indigenous to an ocean bog formed on a midden-heap, Bogponies arrived in Baoghalta sometime during the early 1500s, after the Spanish galleon Vanaglorioso ran aground during a storm just off the coast of the uncharted island.
The voyage of the Vanaglorioso was doomed from the first. Captained by Cardinal Fang of the Spanish Inquisition (you didn't expect that, did you?), the mission of the Vanaglorioso was to investigate rumors of rampant heresy in a tiny country to be found somewhere along the Mid-Atlantic Refuse Stream. Cardinal Fang was so certain of the righteousness of his mission that he refused to hire sailors. "God will get us there" was Fang's credo, and so the crew consisted entirely of mounted Conquistadores.
Oh, what a magnificent and stirring sight it must have been! Gulls circling, crying; the colourful flags of the harbour fluttering colourfully; the improperly-hung sails of the Vanaglorioso rippling in the wind; the curses of sailors and captains whose ships and lives were narrowly spared as the ineptly-manned galleon blunders her way out to sea; Cardinal Fang in his spiffy red robes standing proudly at the bow; the sunlight glinting off of the Conquistadores' shiny armour as they struggled to control their understandably nervous mounts; the horses' manes and tails flying, their frenzied cries clearly indicating their unhappiness with the whole thing as they valiantly try to keep all four feet on the deck...
From the facts at hand, of which there are none, one can surmise that the seemingly endless days at sea must have seemed endless as Time and Tide went on and on, what with supplies growing short, horses becoming more and more difficult to control, and the Vanaglorioso turning into a rather smelly place to be.
When the storm began, the horses (being quite a bit smarter than their human counterparts) recognized their opportunity was at hoof and mutinied, throwing the Conquistadores into the sea, who promtly sank like the hundreds of pounds of metal they were wearing. Cardinal Fang himself is considered to have floundered for several minutes before his spiffy robes finally dragged him under.
The horses then swam ashore, where they rested,
saw another shore, and swam to that, 
since that's where the grass seemed to be.
Ponies pictured are actually Banker Ponies from the Outer Banks of North Carolina, who are in fact direct descendants of Spanish horses that did in fact swim ashore from shipwrecks. Their stories can be found here and here.
Throckmortons!!