Horses would jut lay down and stay down when they were full of it. Once attended, they were up and frisky again. These were all mustangs. I got to break one of them, gaining trust with apples and carrots and being gentle and very patient. Usually, they were dangerous as hell. Mine got to know me and to trust me. I slipped on bareback without reins and that young mustang just stood still. After a few minutes, I slipped down and stood in the corral with that horse. My uncle wanted it to be a fighter, but it was a lover. I ruined that horse with kindness. LOL