While living in Florida, a bad storm was rolling in and we were moving the horses to the concrete barn. Skeeter insisted we didn't go under a tree, but it was the shortest path and I fought him back. A toddler broke away from her father and ran to see the big, pretty horse, oblivious to the danger, and stood beneath his belly, hugging a back leg. He instantly froze in the awkward position he had been in. A branch fell from the tree and hit his back, but he still stayed still until the father reached us and scooped the girl up.