We had a Morgan mare at the barn I grew up in that was a fiend- but I used to go out in the pasture and sit next to her- she'd lay down and I'd come sit with her- she'd put her head in my lap and snooze while I scratched her face. She was a really sweet mare- dead lazy under saddle, but very food aggressive as she had been starved. Once she liked you, she loved you, but if she didn't like you, she'd try to kill you.

 
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Horse and I, we're dancers in the Dark

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