Autor jumps in place for a bit, psyching himself up to approach the horse. "Just a big cat," he mutters. "Just a big cat."

He places one foot in the stirrup and holds onto the pommel, swinging himself upward. He nearly falls, and sets his foot on the ground again. "Whoa! I didn't make it," he says, furrowing his brow. "Let me try again."

This time he swings himself up into the saddle, but nearly falls on the other side. He flails, dragging himself back with the pommel. "Whew."