In high school, I had a summer and after-school job cleaning a local horse stable. Up to then I'd had no introduction to horses. This job entailed being in the stalls with the individual horses and shoveling around them. Due to my prompting or self-motivated they'd often move around these fairly tight spaces. I was always amazed at how nimble they were in the sense that they always seemed to know where to put their hoofs to not step on my toes.

I always thought they were more like slightly more aesthetically pleasing cows.