Feel free- the Shetland it belonged to passed away in 2003. He won't mind one bit.

As a side note- the Shetland in question was a funky little honey/silver/seal combo color, with flaxen and silver mane and tail and two socks. I'd get him bathed and he'd go roll in the biggest red clay puddle he could find- even if I was up on him (he was polite, he'd fold down underneath me then lie there until I dismounted, THEN roll). He earned his show name!

 
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Horse and I, we're dancers in the Dark

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