Face your daylight horrors!

So, I bought this really fancy pony sculpture painted by the sculptor herself, and he is just… such a beautiful, beautiful work of art, he is so, so stunning, and even my guest who are not into ponies or models at all are rather mesmerised by him. He is just so gorgeous, so perfect, and when I look at him I know I will never be able to be that good, but that is alright, as long as someone in this world is able to create beauty like that, I do not need to worry about what I can or cannot do. He is so beautifully painted that he actually puts my heart at ease.

I call him Chubstermubster.

Which is all well and good, but I am exchanging emails with the painter and she has now asked me if I have come up with a name for him, yet.

What do I do? I could always give him an official name that he can compete under (I should in any case, really), and since he looks so much like he comes from the old Coed Coch stud I could name him after one of the beautiful ponies there, and it would be quite splendid, actually.

But he will always be Chubstermubster in my heart.