When I was trying out Andy to see if I wanted to buy him, I was taking off his blanket, but forgot to unfasten a surcingle strap. So when I pulled it off his rump, the blanket locked around his hips and fell in a heap around his hind legs. I froze, terrified, but he just turned his head to give me a look, like, "you moron." Before I got on his back, I decided then and there that I wanted to buy him.
Another time, I had him bridled and ready to go for a ride. I led him away, but he followed me only a short distance before pulling up short and backing away, seeming almost panicked. It turned out that I had forgotten to unlatch his halter, he was still tied to the post.
And of course, that period when I first got him, and his saddle didn't fit. Those times that he played up and I punished him, when he was simply trying to tell me he was hurting. One time, he succeeded in bucking me off after I asked for a canter. I think he felt bad afterwards, I really do, because being the stubborn snot I was, I cued him to canter again, and he went quiet as a lamb. We did several minutes of canter work in a saddle too narrow for his body, and it must have really hurt. But I think he was trying to look after me.
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will finally know peace." - Jimi Hendrix