The True Story of Miracle Man
β Scribed by Lois Szymanski
- Book ID
- 110683806
- Publisher
- Schiffer Publishing, Ltd.
- Year
- 2013
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 5 MB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781507300213
- ASIN
- B01L9B24LQ
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β¦ Synopsis
Visitors to the Chincoteague Wildlife Refuge often stop to admire the majestic and powerful Chincoteague Pony stallion known as Miracle Man. But this island favorite wasn't always a dominant herd sire. Here's the story of the orphaned foal found near death on Assateague Island, and of the little girl whose faith and dedication helped the tiny pinto colt survive. All ages.
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