Once upon a time, down in the South where magnolias bloom and every little girl
grows up dreaming of owning her own horse, there was a six-year-old, with just such a
dream. She started with one of those ride-on spring horses, the kind mostly boys love,
named Croaken. For a brief time, this was replaced by a real, live bay pony named Baby,
who had to be sold after running loose in the small town where she lived.
By the time Croaken’s springs had begun to rust and squeak and complain under
her weight (by now she was around eight), she had discovered Breyer model horses. She
received her first two on her sixth Christmas (or thereabout): Morganlanz and Azteca.
Prior to this, she had been enjoying paper horses, a la National Velvet.
Throughout her middle school years, she explored the world of model horses with
an ever-growing collection and newfound friends who loved those plastic stallions and
mares as much as she did (and, luckily, had real horses of their own).
But, as all little girls do, she grew up. And grown-ups run out of room for the
things they loved as children. The horses found permanent stables in boxes and were put
out to pasture in the attic.
As her twenty-ninth birthday approached, she found herself longing for simpler
times and the things she had always loved. And a phantom whinny invaded her dreams,
reminding her of what she had always dreamed of: showing those little plastic steeds,
running a “stable”, standing Zeus’ Treasure (that beloved black appaloosa stallion she had
owned for twenty years) at stud.
And, so, Mythic Stone Stables was born, like a phoenix from the ashes of
adulthood.
I hope you enjoy your time here with us; that you find these pages informative,
and perhaps even join our family. But most of all, I hope your time here will rekindle
something of the magic you felt as a child; spark your imagination as did the self-created
myths of youth....
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