That night Willy called Amy and gave her the number. Amy immediately dialed the number. In a moment a man's voice answered, "Hello?"

"Is this Mr. Pressman?" Amy asked.

"Yes," Joseph said.

"I'm calling because of Mr. Wonka's horse," Amy said. "He's started to have trouble and I'm treating him. I was wondering about his past."

"Ah yes," Joseph said. "Mr. Wonka's named him Cocoa, hasn't he? Well, we always called him Prince, because he was. A bit of a rascal at times, but all in all a wonderful horse. Very special." Sadness entered his voice. "Unfortunately, my daughter was in an accident on him."

"What kind of accident?" Amy asked.

"She was competing in show jumping on him. One of the balloons tied to the edge of the ring exploded and Prince bolted. He bashed into the outer ring, throwing my daughter. She had multiple injuries, including a broken leg. I know she blamed Prince for her accident. The next time she visited the stable, she was on crutches. She…she went over to Prince's stall. When he heard her coming and poked his head out to greet her, she balanced on one crutch and smacked Prince on the head with the other." Amy gasped in horror. "I tried to tell her it wasn't his fault, but she wouldn't listen. She would do things like when he was out in his paddock she'd take stones from the driveway and throw them at him, as well as hitting him with her crutches. Once she was well, she would still ride him, but never in shows. She used a whip on him and a really cruel bit, neither of which she'd never done. She'd ride and ride until he was covered in sweat and bleeding from the whip lashes and the harsh bit. It got to the place where he wouldn't let anybody near him except the stable hands who fed him and cleaned out his stall. I knew I had to do something to stop it. So one night I opened his stall door and let him loose. I hoped he'd find a better life. And he did."

"No wonder," Amy murmured out loud. It finally made sense.

"No wonder?" Joseph echoed.

"That explains Cocoa's behavior," Amy explained. "The bad behavior started after Mr. Wonka had an accident where he was thrown off and broke his leg. The accident must have triggered the memories. He must have been afraid Mr. Wonka would treat him the way your daughter did. Thank you, Mr. Pressman. I think you helped me figure it out."

"You're very welcome. Good luck with helping him," Joseph said before hanging up.

After hanging up, Amy went down to the barn. Cocoa was contentedly pulling hay from his net. Amy opened the stall door and walked up to him. She carefully parted the hair, searching. Finally she found it. A scar. She reached out and stroked Cocoa's neck. "You poor thing," she whispered. "Don't worry. I'm going to prove to you that Mr. Wonka would never hurt you like that."