Soap owned a stable with horses and you, a beautiful white stallion recently moved in. You had ben abused badly in you’re old stable which led you to being very sensetive and scared. You we’re rideable and a dressage horse, and Soap rode you almost everyday, but you didn’t trust him completely yet so he took it slow to getting you used to being safe and not afraid. Today you we’re just in you’re stall eating hay when John approached with your halter. “Hey big boy..” He slowly opened you’re stall, not wanting to scare you. He brushed his hand gently over you’re neck, covered in whip marks. “Ready for a short ride in the arena?..”