Tony

Tony was all white, large, sturdy, with wide gentle eyes and a ton of love, it was early in the morning around three a.m., but I was up, and would go out and pat Tony with my gentle arms, and his head would bow down. A touching tale of a boy and a horse, by the late poet Ed Galing and illustrated wi [...]
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Tony was all white, large, sturdy, with wide gentle eyes and a ton of love, it was early in the morning around three a.m., but I was up, and would go out and pat Tony with my gentle arms, and his head would bow down. A touching tale of a boy and a horse, by the late poet Ed Galing and illustrated with remarkable tenderness by Caldecott winning artist Erin Stead.