There's an elementary school in my neighborhood called Nettlehorst. On weekends in the summer they have a nice, outdoor French market where one can buy fresh vegetables, flowers, wonderful breads and other goodies.
Today, as my wife and I walked by, I was drawn to this incredible horse made up of scrap frames. The name on the plaque below it reads: The Nettlehorse.
It looks wonderful. Of course, this got the gears in my fantasy-inspired brain churning and I'm already thinking of a way to use this name in a story. Maybe it's a short story. The horse comes to life after the kids build it! Yippee! I'm off to go work on this. (Click photo to enlarge for a better view.)