Out of curiosity

Let's talk about the horse who lives on your shelf near the window.

How did you persuade him to grow up and get old in that poky corner of your house?

I'm curious about it.

For sure you please him with the best straw, and you polish him every day with Swiss products early in the morning, when everyone sleeps and none can see.

Certainly he runs away from the shelf anytime he needs to stretch his legs but, you can swear to it, he'll be back at lightning speed because he's very diligent, I can tell that for sure and I know what I'm about.

He's a very beautiful horse indeed. Everyone will agree.

I love over all the way he keeps his ears so straight and the sunny expression of the muzzle.

Furthermore I admire the fact that he's not scared by the thunders or the bogeyman.

Probably to stand still he counts endless numbers. How far could he be arrived? 2395836386488993933030 or more? 

I will whisper you something in the ear: your horse is precious for you, but he's valuable also for the pedestrian who curiously peeks into your window.

A horse on the shelf near the windowpane is take-away happiness for the world.