[That maneuver alone has him regretting his bad decision, and probably a few other totally unrelated decisions too. She's lucky he's actually a pretty sturdy, strong guy, because she could kill someone that way; instead, she'll feel his grip loosen some, only to have him cling tighter to her middle right after. He'll definitely be feeling that for a week or two, and now he's just pissed off. Still, it completely knocks the wind out of him with a groan, so he'll stop yelling at her for now. As she rears up and reaches for his hair, he'll give an angry shout. There was no way he was letting go with those powerful legs and hard hooves stomping around; in fact, he'll wrap his other leg up around the shoulder of her other front leg as she rears up.]

CALM THE HELL DOWN LADY!

[But two could play this game. She had a pretty good head of hair herself - long, sleek, straight hair, and he's going to hoist himself up hard and grab a handful with growl, yanking her ponytail back and not letting go.]

If you wanna keep any of this hair let the hell go! I mean it! I'll yank it right out, I'm weedin' the garden!

[. . . he'd probably never weed a garden, though.]