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The word is sculptor.
Clearly the horse was given to the council, rather than bought. At least, that would explain why no-one looked for a tongue, as you should never look a gift horse in the mouth.
As a slightly less frivolous lesson to take from this, there is an unstated assumption that underlies the story - that to be a perfect sculpture it had to be a perfect replica of the real object. That suggests a view of art that restricts it to representation rather than interpretation, and makes the perfect artist the one who can exactly reproduce nature. I leave it to your own thoughts as to whether this is a very limiting idea, and rather stifling.
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