Rick, the Director of Output at the Institute, and I bought a charming rocking horse a while back at an antique store in Oklahoma. The little horse was well-made but fragile and obviously not intended to be used as a toy. Proud of our purchase, we hauled it back to California in the backseat of the car. Not wanting our young nephews and nieces nor the kitty cats to destroy the soft fur and mane, we placed the rocking horse at the top of a bookcase.
So far the nephews and nieces have not touched the prized antique.