You ride and look the breeze tickles your new hairy body making one almost fall asleep. A strange calmness now prevails, you should be screaming of fear and terror for having become this animal, but your not!
At long last the ride is over and through some gateway you ride. The sounds of this place are loud in your new ears. Scents and wonderous smells abound as one sniffs the air. A flowing river of scents waft up your nostrils, the men gather near and prepare for trouble as they unload you.
The dull feeling of God's warm earth grants pleasing thoughts and you remain calm.
Words, the men are speaking once had true meaning but since your ride and one's joy of those new senses your mind is growing dull. The men speak in rough tones and this if anything makes you feel uneasy.
A halter is now exchanged with the Devil's own pain as a true equine bit is shoved between your gapped teeth. Quickly like any other young or new animal the jaw clamps down upon this foriegn thing. Soon the taste of your own blood fills the mouth of this world's newest Jackass.
One rough tug to the rein and a docile Jackass walks off into his new world.