While Damon was making friends and enjoying his parrot life to the absolute max, Monica was having none of that. Quite the opposite in fact. The farmer, a respected horse trainer and breeder, was not about to give up easily. He was excellent at his job and he knew that with acquiring - for free no less! - a horse like Monica, which he saw - and appreciated - how splendid she was, well, came a whole lot of amazing opportunities that he just could not pass up. Monica was a magnificent mare, which he had renamed Tempest. Alas for him, before Tempest could accept her fate and see how comfortable and great she could be once he took the reins - quite literally - she had to be convinced. This tried his patience. That girl had a human mind, for crying out loud! So why was she as stubborn as an old cranky mule? So Roy, the horse breeder, had to resort to less savory means. At least Tempest could not call the police. He did not like taming with violent methods but he could not let this go. The way he looked at it, Tempest pushed him to it, and he kept reminding her of it. Telling her that if she complied at last, all would go well. She just had to give up. She could have a great life as a horse and anyway, what was so great about being a human? She had everything taken care of for her now! And Roy was no idiot. He could see Tempest had quite a few equine instincts kicking in. Her taste for oats and apples were plain. And he'd caught her rolling in the grass happily in the sunshine. He always rewarded her the few times she was good. Even a boneheaded girl like her would get the hint: good behavior meant rewards and an easier life. He gave her sweet brush strokes and affectionate pats which he knew were getting to her. He kept telling her how great she could be. Who did not want to be a movie star? Roy was praised for Tempest but he had to explain to his friends and colleagues that the training and breaking was rather arduous. But all knew Roy had brains and patience. He'd manage it.
And he did, telling Monica that if she refused still, he would not use a whip. No, he was not in for needless violence. He'd simply let her amongst strong stallions, ones she would never be able to fight off. Not for long, anyway. Monica, or rather Tempest, shook with fear. THAT frightened her to her very core. So the next day, when Roy took her out for a bit of training, she did not resist. Roy made a point to praise her and reward her with apples, adding to himself that he'd put a goat or a lamb in her stall so she'd get company. Once she learned he was the kindest as soon as he was obeyed, she'd be very happy. She'd even wonder why she had not done it before.