When I was younger I got a job at a horse farm. There was this one devilish mare who belonged to the owner of the farm. Nobody was allowed to go into the stall with the horse, thought she was fine to handle outside of the stall. We could bring her in from the field to her stall so long as we stood in the doorway to remove the halter and then got out of there. But nobody but the owner could go in to catch her in the stall. This mare was the worst around feeding time, she'd practically tear the walls down kicking and rearing.
For feeding, we had a ground feeder bucket that we kept outside her stall. For breakfast, we would put the feed in the bucket, the push it under the door. Once the owner turned the horse out, we could clean the stall and pull the bucket back out. Then once dinner came around, we could fill the bucket outside the stall again and push it back under the door.
Well, one day the breakfast feeder had forgotten to pull the bucket out after cleaning the stall. I was only working the dinnertime feed that day, and I could see the bucket sitting a couple feet into the stall. The mare was calmly munching hay in the back of the stall, so I figured I could quickly reach in and grab the bucket. I opened the door, and the next thing I remember I was lying outside the stall with blood running down my face. The bucket was in my hands and the door was shut but not latched. I just have reached the bucket, but then the horse must have kicked me square in the forehead.
That night I decided the job just wasn't worth it, and I quit. This horse was really easy to ride, just horrendous on the ground. I later heard from someone else working there that the owner sold the horse to a woman who wanted a nice family horse to live in her backyard. The lady came to try the horse and the owner met her in the ring with the horse already tacked up. Then they untacked the horse afterwards, and the owner sent to lady to the office to examine the horse's papers while she offered to put the horse away herself. So the lady never got to see how the horse acts in the barn. What a lousy way to cheat someone into buying a completely dangerous horse. This lady had small children, and she was going to keep the horse at her house. I hope that nobody got killed!