There was that old looking hobby horse for sale at a local thrifter - cute and polite-looking bay with tack that saw a lot, but i skipped. Then he wasn't there, so i decided that someone bought him. And today i found him without the pole buried in the plushies bin, with white filament poking out from the pole entry. Not sure why, but i nearly burst out crying right there and fuck all, i'll be taking him home and giving him his stick back. I have the remainder from when i gave my own hobby horse a spinal transplant - it's enough. I am getting objections to adding bigger sized horsey stuff to the room from my darling who i do respect a lot, so he'll live in the storage corner until i patch him and find someone worthy of him to gift. But he's not going to the landfill.. ;~;