This isn't only a book for 'horsey' types. Not in the least. It's for anyone who can appreciate life seasoned with occasional romance, seen through the the sardonic eyes of Willows Picasso, a black and white Gypsy Cob pony, whose two-leg I am. Picasso IS female, to be clear. I didn't choose her name, and as it's considered bad form to change it, I haven't. She never had rose-tinted specs, though they would have concealed her odd eyes. One is normal...