I think the hardest part of communicating with horses is being able to say “yes I acknowledge that you think that leaf is out to commit murder but I guarantee it will be ok if you walk past it” and the horse actually listening
you’re an equestrian if you’ve ever reached into your pockets for your phone and ended up with a handful of sugar cubes. not even “you might be an equestrian,” you just are. who the fuck else does things like that. you’d probably left the barn four hours ago and i bet it was in public too, you sugar-cube-hoarding weirdo.