Holy Horse Hockey!
Maybe it's because I was never a prepubescent girl, but I saw this book title at my local Barnes & Noble and couldn't imagine how anyone at the publishing house had a meeting about it while keeping a straight face. While you're at it, check out the back, where they attempt to explain what the hell they're talking about:
And here I thought Mr. Ed was just a regular old non-divine animal flapping his lips at some stunt peanut butter. I might have thought differently if I'd actually seen him in divine action "practicing intricate dressage moves." Serves me right for not having eyes of faith.