I am beginning to wonder if the horse was ever served with a complaint.
She knows an age-old truth: horses keep secrets. The horse cannot tell what it knows. Of course an attorney might ask "how times did he makes a pass at you?" and the horse might stamp his back hoof - one, two, three - "are you sure there wasn't one more time?" The horse pauses, thinks, then stomps once more. She strokes his mane gently. "No further questions," Allred concludes.