Sorry, Artax, that your owner’s execution of disherison will preclude you from galloping away with such a splendid stallion.
But, I have here a tome I think you might like; it is about an onyx horse—just like your long-distanced love.
Oh, now, are you ready for some gee-whizzery, nay-bore neighbour? For this version has sketches for your swevens.
Let your thoughts limn a skookum pasture for both self and friend, a place limited neither by reality nor by story—a place unboundedly bountiful with bronco-bliss. ; )