Ok ok. To make a long story short, I hate my saddle. I hate it so much I really bucked hard with she who rubs and rides. I even broke the crupper! (which is good. I hate that too) and the idiot humans finally figured out that my saddle was wrong. DUH! I tried telling you, but did you listen to me? Noooo. Mom says we're getting a special saddle made just for me because she's "sick of this saddle mess. Just sick of it." Me too.
Well anyway, she who rubs and rides got on me bareback. It was great till she wanted me to trot. Hellooo you don't have a saddle remember? Well I tried to show her the flaw in her idea by doing a capriole. My first capriole! WELL SHE STAYED ON!!! When I landed I decided to trot. Then I reared once and she told me that as boss mare she is perfectly capable of killing AND eating me so I was a good boy after that.