"Right purty, eh, Paul?" Grandpa asked.
"Look at the inside," Grandma urged.
Paul opened it and read aloud: "Little No-Name out of Misty by Wings. Misty out of The Phantom by The Pied Piper. Wings out of a wild mare by a wild stallion." He pulled at his forelock, thinking and studying the pedigree.
"One thing wrong," he said with authority.