Dad got kicked!

I had to go up to North Ferriby near the Humber Bridge today, to help Dad do a bit of whispering to a horse. He said the horse had come all the way from France (didn't know he could whisper in French!) Bit boring really as I had to watch from the car while Dad worked with the horse. Dad was trying to get the horse to understand that people are Ok and wont hurt her (she hadn't been treated very nicely in France). Unfortunatley, the horse didn't believe him and she kicked him (tee hee). Dad's got a big bruise on his thigh, but luckily he was Ok for a lovely walk this afternoon. Wonder why horses have wooden feet?