Mom and I attended a yearly horsey fest in Lou-a-vulle a few times. Once, we were given the chance to ride an Icelandic horse. I accompanied Sindri (the kindly Icelander who worked with a Yankistani breeder) to the stable, to get the horse we’d be riding. The horse was very sweet, but he did not want to come out of the stable. Sindri and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, until I had a brainwave. I looked down at the floor, where there was a channel for long-gone sliding doors, and saw a chain buried under sawdust and straw. The chain once ran across the entrance, preventing escapes.
“Sindri, it’s the chain!” He looked down and saw it as I began digging it out with a boot heel. "He thinks it’s a snake!" I worked my way down the length of the doorway, pulling up the chain as I went. The horse watched all this. Sindri and I showed him the chain as I pulled on it, and then Sindri was able to lead him right out the doorway w/o any probs. I pointed out how fascinating and weird the collective/instinctual memory can be, and he naturally agreed. I had another sudden brainwave: "Sindri, there aren’t any snakes in Iceland, are there?" Shocked, he stopped in his tracks, mouth open. He got himself together and told me no, there aren’t. We laughed and briefly discussed collective/instinctual memory some more as we began walking again. Sindri, the horse, and I all got our minds blown twice that day.
I’m very glad that at least one Icelander knows some Yankis are actually surprisingly intelligent 
ETA: The horse had been recently imported from Iceland.
