My daughter had had a couple of ponies over the years and her first full size horse made her nervous. Worse yet, he was gaited- a single footer. A motion she was unfamiliar with.
He was a creamy palomino and she called him 'Coffee'.
One day she came in the house practically gasping with fright.
She came close to my face. Mama, she gasped, Coffee tried to run away with me.
Knowing how well trained the horse was, I said, Well, pull him down.