I understand that you are tired and don't think you should have to work today. I'm also sorry that I pulled you away from your boyfriend, but seriously he's 14 years younger than you. When I ask you to slow down your trot, it does not mean to go 90 miles an hour. I own a Thoroughbred and trying to half-halt you back is reminiscent of riding Ms. Slew. After our battle, I FINALLY got you to slow down and you did canter, but was all that fuss and such necessary? You're really good at cantering! Also, must you dive off the rail and trot as fast as you can? I also know that you love your Quarter horse friend, but she'll be in the arena EVEN if you're at the other end. You will not die, I promise!
Regardless I love you little Morgan Mare, but next time less of a battle of wills would be great!