Black horse & buggy...

...and something else that escapes me at the moment. I was hitching up a black horse to a black buggy. The horse was a gorgeous freesian or something else big and beautiful. Letha Baker (an elderly friend of mine who is a naturopath) was in the box. The horse wanted to go and she was trying to hold him back. "Set the brake!" I said, but the horse was struggling and rearing and just dragging her along. When I caught up with them he had wiggled his way out of most of his harness, and the bridle was completely off of his head, the bit pinching his tongue. He finally shook off the bit, with no apparent damage, and just stood there.