When I was a child, my dreamhorse was Misty of Chincoteaque, I didn't realize Misty was a small pony at that time. I always pestered my parents, wanting to go to the wild pony swim and bring one home. Well, that didn't happen. Anyway, Misty is now dead and stuffed, on display on the Island, I believe. My husband gleefully called out to me one night while he was watching t.v. One of the evening shows had poor stuffed Misty on for a few minutes that night. Now, I am a grown woman riding other people's Appaloosas, 15h and up, as I am not small in stature, LOL!