I love rocking horses and bought a pair of English vintage miniature ones from a really funny uncle who has decided to give up his hobby of collecting over the years. He then mentioned that he had a bigger one at home, similar in style to the ones I bought. But when I came to his stall the following week, I couldn't quite believe he had painted it white. Regardless of how imperfect and stained it was, I would love it in its original form but the uncle proudly said "I painted it for you." That cracked me up and I didn't know what to say. He even gave me a charming wooden horse shoe, knowing how much I love horses. There's nothing like old school.