Here I am in the museum at Shandan stud with a poisonous stuffed horse. The poison is apparently in the preservative and the Chinese sign is a warning – unfortunately too late for me as I had already patted him on the nose, but I have not keeled over foaming at the mouth yet.
And below is a photo of what he looked like before he was poisoned and stuffed. In his heyday he was actually the foundation stallion of the stud, created by cross breeding between local horses and Don stallions. He was rather enigmatically called 00.