They just don't make them like they used to. My Nana had one of these bad boys and it was my favorite thing to play with at her house. Faded, chipped, highly detailed paint, solid wood - aged and smooth, real horse hair (a little creepy, but at least goes to authenticity)... a far cry from the plastic bunk being slung at Babies R Us these days. Here... an homage. Rock, you little vintage wooden ponies you... rock your creaky hearts out.
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