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I really wanted him to go to Sioux, a skewbald mare with a lovely personality.”

“The Skewbald Horse,” a poem from the January 23, 1984, issue.

There are comical hybrids here, too: “The Barn at the End of Our Term” imagines a group of former Presidents as horses on a quiet farm, told from the point of view of Rutherford B. Hayes as a “skewbald pinto with a golden cowlick and a cross-eyed stare.”

Heather Kitching believes coloured horses should be able to compete on the racetracks of Britain The technical name for his colour is skewbald.

Five was a skewbald cat and four a plum cake.