This is the moment you've been waiting for! You grab all the hunting gear you have around the house. Nets, caps, backpacks, anything you have that could, in theory, help with a hunt, you grab. Garbed and prepared for battle, you step outside and start marching down the road, eyes darting back and forth in quick scanning motions in case the pony should make itself clear to you again. That would be nice.
Sadly, what does appear is not a pony at all. It's a police officer. He clearly sees you. He even calls out to you. If he catches up with you, you have little doubt that he'll send you home, at best, and get right in the way of pony hunting. What's left to do?
You could run away, proceeding to chapter 2B1
You could explain yourself, proceeding to chapter 2B2