I pick up old plastic horses at thrift shops and for a year this one was stashed in a closet, waiting for a visit from a grand nephew - never know when you might need a toy in the house. I also had a bundle of old paintings from graduate school, stained canvases rendered on the kitchen floor of my apartment back in Ames, Iowa, that bundle wasn't doing anything in the closet either. I was into wrapping as an art form back in the 1990's - I wrapped a powder room chair, I wrapped a giant ceramic egg, why not wrap a plastic horse. I had need of diversion one day during the second or third blizzard of the winter, Steve was in Australia, I was alone in my cocoon, just me and the chickens and 20 inches of snow. Since that exercise I have received about 8 plastic horses of varying size from friends, and have been wrapping ever since.