Horse vs. Horsepower

The barn where Ransom lives affords plenty of exposure to unusual sights and sounds, thanks to the construction operation the owner’s son operates on the property. Tractors rumbling, trucks coming and going, and odd looking stationary equipment are an equine desensitizing playground. Today Ransom bravely tolerated the group of people gathered to watch a car demolition. As we rode around the arena, Ransom eyed the crowd and giant crane with curiosity and uncertainty. I tried to distract him with stops and turns and other cues, but it was a losing battle. When the preliminary bangs of a crowbar rang out, I decided it was time to distance ourselves from the scene.

We wandered out into the parking lot, where my mom and sister sat patiently waiting in the car. This car was intact and caused no loud noises, so Ransom wasted no time in sticking his nose through the window to greet Melody. She was less enthusiastic. I patted Ransom’s neck, because though he may have only one horsepower, he has something even better: self-control.