When I was younger @5 or6 my granpa bought me a pony. Bandit was a retired circus pony. Shortly after grampa brought him home he started escaping. As always the fence was always intact. Could not figure out how hw was getting out. One day gramma just happened to be out side taking in some sun when the mystery was finally solve. That little stinker would lay down and literally roll himself under the fence. I still remember gramma chasing him around trying to catch him. It was absolutly hilarious. He would wait for her to get right up to him then bolt. This must have gone on for an hour. Grampa finally caught him after he stopped laughing at gramma.