I was outside of the barn when I heard the roar.
DON’T YOU EVER
The ‘r’ may have been held for a bit.
The next day was the same.
The day after that?
There was still more roar.
Eventually something shifted.
He’s a sixteen hundred pound beast with bad boundaries. I have one and it’s absolute. These last two weeks he’s been learning this. I do believe he thinks that I am Satan incarnate. So no, things haven’t been ‘gentle’.
She spoke like you might while reading your shopping list, or going through all of the chores you had to get through that day.
But then it’s like a light went off in his head. He did something different. I responded by giving him a pat on his neck. He liked that.
That was the day that he started to figure out how to ‘manipulate me.’ He wants things from me. He’s now trying to figure out how he can get me to do nice things instead of me being Satan with him.
She lets the horse think he’s in control. She lets the horse believe that he’s manipulating her into doing his bidding.
Who are you in this case - the rider or the horse?