Alright so I had an Arabian who had been abused. At first she was nervous, flightly, and agressive around adults. I was mesmerized by her at first, but I also was terified of her. She was a huge horse, way to big to be pure blood Arab. I would sit in front of her stall speaking softly. She would stand there starring at me warrily. I always left part of an orange in her feed bucket before I left. As time went she started to relax around me. Well it was time to worm the horses, and as you can imagine that wasn't pretty. My mom had no idea that I was working with Mona.( which was the horses name.) Mom had told me never to go near Mona. She was afraid of Mona. I was not. Papa cliped a lead rope on Mona's head.( After a several min. power struggle.) He tried to give Mona the wormer, but Mona didn't like it. She reared in her stall and broke the lead rope's metal clip clean off. Her stall wasn't shut all the way and she charged out. My parents stood there stuned. I quietly slipped away and calmly persued Mona calmly. It was time to put the work I had done with Mona to the test. I aproched Mona slowly and spoke to her softly the way I had been for about a month. She put her head down and let me aprotch her. I came up on her side and stroked her neck. I could feel her muscles relax, and I bent over and grabed her halter. I then tugged on the halter and she lifted up her head for me. I was thrilled! I started to walk forward and she came. When I reached the barn mom saw me and nearly fainted. I walked Mona into her stall, and grabed the wormer off the floor. I spoke to her softly while giving her the wormer. She grudingly let me. I was amazed!! That was just the begining of our adventures, Mona and me.