Or, A Child’s Imagination

Snowflake is a kind and long-suffering pony, and Moira loves her very much.

Here is Snowflake (real).

You may not be able to tell, but Snowflake is barely awake in that picture. Snowflake plods, stumbling along during the lesson, and she’ll dutifully trot, albeit reluctantly, wheezing and panting all the way. She was certainly a much more energetic pony in her youth, but Snowflake’s pushing a quarter-century if she’s a day. None of this matters to Moira, however, who loves her pony unconditionally.

Moira received a lovely calendar from the Mealers featuring horses of all sorts frolicking majestically, leaping across things, manes streaming behind them, and looking generally like something out of The Man From Snowy River.

October features one of these horses — a snow-white number with muscles flexing as it tears effortlessly across a field. Moira sees this picture and announces enthusiastically, “That’s my Snowflake!”

This is how our daughter sees her beloved pony, Snowflake (ideal).

And so is the transformative power of love.

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