I snort and paw the ground again. The car still hasn't come back. I try to chew off the rope attached to the halter, but it is too close for my mouth to reach. I rear high up into the air, nieghing loudly: "Can anyone help me?!" I try to pull it off the fence post, but the rope showed no signs of breaking. Angry and even a little bit frightened, I still pull and try to bite at the rope.