I think I know what happened.
When Xantar was a little Xannikins he asked his parents for a pony for his birthday.
"Er, you can get one when you're older."
"How old?"
"Uh, 26."
And so Xantar patiently waited until the stroke of midnight of his 26th birthday...but alas, no pony appeared.
Silly Xantar. Everyone knows you get your pony on your 30th birthday.
