My favorite ceramic horse, Old Paint, in a new role. Hardly the images we see in fairy tales but it can happen. Only the beautiful horses have fantasy lives, I don't think so. I have had this small statue of Old Paint for as long as I can remember. There was a singing cowboy playing the guitar also but I can not recall when he broke. But it was back in the 60's. Old Paint is kind of tired and falling apart. I would love to see a new one.
