Context: So this was about 8-10 years ago, my DM let us capture horses and try to tame them. I had the best animal handling of the group (Paladin, level one, +6 handle animal).
We all caught at least one horse except for me. I helped bring them all back, being a big strong Paladin. The gnome rogue said that he felt bad for me and bought me a donkey when we got back.
We spent a week taming the horses and The DM told us to roll to see how we did when the week was done.
DM: who all is taming the horses?
All except me and the cleric: me!
Me: i can help out sometimes, but I’m really obsessed with anything my new sword.
DM: you’ll take a -4 to your roll to help taming
Me: I can handle that
Everyone gets 15-22, one nat 20
I roll a one.
DM: You sit on the fence literally screaming at the horses. All progress this week is lost.
Me: … Can I choose what I’m screaming at them?
Me: “I’m helping! Guys! Guys look over here! Guys, look, I’m helping! Do your SEE me?” Waves frantically. “Guys! I’m helping!”
Everyone laughed, but inside I was so worried that when I got my Paladin Mount it would hate me.